Miserable Monday Poem by Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)

The gloom sets in from Sunday night
When your mom reminds you
'Go to sleep, its 8,
You have school tomorrow, don't you? '
Mumbling, and grumbling
And cursing under your breath
You think, 'Monday mornings are worse than
The most painful death'
Next morning you are shaken awake
Quite violently by your mother
Looking at the time, you have to think
'Why does she even bother? '
Dragging your feet across the floor
You splash water on your face
Then you make your way back to your room
At a slow and steady pace
As you cram random books inside your bag
Realization dawns upon you
'Yikes! I haven't done my homework,
Oh man! I'm gonna be chewed! '
'No time! ', you think, glancing at the clock
'I might as well copy off someone in school'
Grudgingly, you step out of your home, thinking,
'Mondays are so not cool! '
In school, the teacher literally blasts you, yelling,
'You had a whole weekend didn't you? '
You mumble an inaudible sorry but you're thinking,
'Guess what? I have a life and six other subjects too! '
The rest of the day passes by slower
Than a turtle trying to walk on glue
As every minute seems to stretch into days
And you're writing till your hands turn blue
As we look at our watches tick in extra-slow motion
We bang them on the desks, but in vain
Some of them have started breaking the chairs
Most of them have gone insane
The final bell is like a blessing
The most soothing sound to our ears
As we scream and run out of the prison
Where we feel like we've been trapped for years.