Study Hall Poem by Katrina Lusk

There's no freedom,
so why even try?
It's not like,
we're gonna get very high.

You get written up,
if you don't do as they say.
Oh Lord...
I guess I'm in,
for a swell of a day.

You work hard,
but it's never enough.
This day just seems,
to be getting rough.

There's no talking.
Why does she yell?
She is making life,
like a dripping well.

There are some days,
I just stare at the grass.
When I so badly
want to tell her,
to just kiss my glass!

I'll live life my way,
don't tell me what to do.
Nine times outta ten,
I speak the radical truth.

So tell me I can't,
and I'll prove you wrong.
Tell me what to do,
I dare you.
You'll see a side of me,
and it won't be long.