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 Amateur lives of skool

Written at 15 years old


Walking the hall
Feels like I'm walking through wall after wall
A guy hit so hard can't touch one so tall
One trip sends such a far cry for help of a cruel fall

Arms folded
Story unfolded
Deliberate scolded
Stereotypes are not just molded

Baked hard
Glazed to perfection if your not silk matte is bard
You gotta be butter you can't be lard

I walk my way
I see the way
I see the way they look at me to ruin the day

Ignorance is...
Such a bliss
Only until rumored of a saucy kiss

When i look away i hear you talking
I see you watching me, i see you stalking

I know you think of me over and over again and again
All the time you finding me, elbow, trip, push and shove i can't stand the pain
At this rate no apology coz that means it followed shame at this rate am gonna go insane

Non uniform
You spit at me in every form
Look at me like I'm some kinda worm
Just a skater cross tomboy had i yet to inform

So sick of this game
Yet a witness to the eye yet i need more to pin the blame
Head teacher gotta thing on me since a guy rumored a racism on me i strongly defended an untrue claim
Yet this man was having none other than to be a dragon breathing his flame

Enough of being watched by them
I got sewed by him on my hem
So annoying like a cough with phlegm

They talked about me over and over again and again
I had no den i was in so much pain
I could run, but i couldn't hide
Too high was the tide

I had to get away now and i meant it this second
Wasn't easy as i reckoned

Got caught
I tried to talk nobody listened as well as i thought
A great form tutor by the name Watson, long curly hair teaching science for me he fought
I was so glad he knew me and that i wasn't some kinda wort

He left not long after
It wasn't a happy ever after

Maybe I'll see
I know forever this won't be
Its just a bunch of amateur ridicules
Who think they got the cools
When they're just plain fools

They look at themselves
They can't see whats on their shelves
A pile of rubbish no ones gonna read
Unless they gotta pass a test before they peed


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