Walking toward the doors

Is like walking into numbing hell

The handle is cold

And you don’t want to be here

Seeing the red bricks in the wall

Wishing I was back in bed

Hoping it would turn into a good day;

Knowing that won’t happen.

Smashing the school door open like a

Building crashing to the floor

Breaking the hinge

Not caring if the glass breaks.

The aroma that wafts into your

Nose as you walk through those

Doors is like a century old egg

Rotten and black.

The dull smile on staff faces

Makes me want to turn around

And never come back,

Walking into hell is a daily task.