On my desk, my head resides,

Arms surrounding the feelings i hide,

Another sad sight at this school,

I guess I'm in for the ride.

Concerned looks at me surround,

Eyes kept firmly on the ground,

But do they truly care about me?

The answer is never absolutely.

Who would care for a fool?

They’d use him as a tool,

Just another pawn in their scheme,

Hiding behind a broken seam.

I try to live i truly do,

But there is not much i can do,

Time divided by the stress,

Necessary feelings I must compress.

But hey! I'm just young and dumb,

Not watching what comes from my tongue,

He seems so happy and cool,

Not knowing I'm a hotheaded fool.

This is the best time of my life?

Facing the most struggle and strife,

No kid should have to deal with this,

To end this blues feel like I need a noose.

I can't stay nice and i can't stay calm,

Fingers clenching my palm,

But i keep my happy facade,

But inside my eyes, I bawl.

Music drowns my ears,

I wish i could sit here for years,

But the distraction from pain will never remain,

So I might as well feel the thrill.

I have a ghost in my life,

He gives me a shimmer of light,

Happy parental memories were persistent,

Hope they forgive my being distant.

But when will I be truly happy,

I yearn for the moment it’s to happen,

Does it need a push to make it go?

Don't think ill ever know.