Wake up early in the morning,

Class is boring.
Most days you’re in a bad mood,
Always feeling blue.
You see a lot of people everyday
People older and younger than you.
Lots of cars and guards.
Swerving your way to stay out of trouble
From the groups of people in a bundle.
Lots of students that are humble.
Pep rallies for games
Everybody waiting for the bell
Trapped inside classrooms.
Halls crowded as people go to class
Sports, and music is what they say they like and have.
Trash and gum you would always see.
Nobody liked p.e.
Most people are mainstream
A lot of people always blowing steam
But you just have to breathe.
There really is no “team”
It’s only a dream.
This is High School.