<p>Venting out my anger towards my 75 page reading assignment tonight.</p>
<p>Any feedback? I was quite proud of myself...</p>
<p>Every day at half past one
I venture out to have no fun
Into a classroom filled with nerds
all crying and suffering like innocent birds
The "teacher" enters and slams the door shut
I get the notion that I am truly stuck
In a land of fury and hell-like conditions
where if I fail to comply there will be apparitions
Flames shoot up and ignite the board
this room is possessed by a malevolent lord
DBQ's, Practice tests, novels and quizzes
it's something that no survivor ever misses
Satan emerges and banishes your dreams
as I watch fellow classmates get violently reamed
The dates, the documents, people and places
the brain understands, the mind only chases!
The content is pointless, boring, and dry
I really don't give a ***** when Leif Erikson died!
The activity in the brain comes to a halting stop
and excretes a pain that can not be topped
Walking home with terrorizing fear
that your mother or father are near
As they may distract you from his hell you endure
which would kill your future, oh yes, for sure
Head's to the pillow, screaming and sobbing
the pain in your head is unearthly throbbing
In anger I rip up the papers of token
reminding me that my future is broken
The pill bottle sits beside of me
should I take six, nine, twenty three?
Anything to end this pure state of dystopia
compares with the joy of a cornucopia
It's worth it to blow my wishes away
that I may pass that test in May
I struggle, I cry, I grab, and attack
I detest this part of of life, that's a fact
It's immoral, it's cruel, it's sick and it's mean
to any partaker it's worse than it seems
But wait, this hell, what could it be?
it's AP US HISTORY!</p>