Mrs. Hater Poem by Jessica Thompson
Mrs. Hater
This really.
Sucks.
Boredom.
Sadness.
Silence.
I hate this class.
Teacher hates us.
Hates school.
Hates me.
Why do I sit here doing nothing?
One word.
Force.
Can't get out.
Of this horrid place.
I hate every moment of this.
Suffering.
For her own enjoyment.
Do the same thing.
Over and over.
Again.
Hate this life.
Hate this school.
Hate this teacher.
Hate myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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