Agony Of School Poem by Cory Calder
Agony Of School
I walk through life,
Day-by-day.
Full of never-ending strife,
Void of my say.
The butt of every joke,
In every way.
They always poke,
Are you gay?
I’m sick of the pranks.
Sometimes I just want,
To attack them with shanks.
For each little taunt.
I dare not try nor tell,
They would just run and squeal.
Worsening this living hell,
Of no appeal.
Only I would be at fault.
They are like a toon,
Never coming to a halt.
I wish it would end soon.
Stupid is a good word,
Childish too.
To describe this absurd,
torture I go through.
They act like jerks,
Yet they have girlfriends.
They enjoy the perks,
And don’t care of the ends.
I’m civil and nice,
But always alone.
Free of any vice,
Yet I’m on my own.
If you can’t be good,
Then let me be.
Maybe someday you could,
From my side, see.
reminds me of elementary school, not so mcuh now....but a little regards ROCCO
I greatly enjoyed this poem - the memories of my schooldays. Brilliant work
This is really beautiful, I can relate to what you are saying a lot. But I tell you this, I swear it gets better. Keep writing- you're brilliant! Effie. xx
i know how you feel with this poem, i get it to, no one understands me! ! ! !
This is one fine job. I may take issue with the form of this poem, but I take no issue with anything else. What a wonderfully writen piece. I'm giving it a 9. GW62
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I would like to translate this poem
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One has to grow a bark as on a tree - though it can still be damaged