Help!

(dedicated to Jazz)

Help me ! I hate this place.

I really hate it. I find no peace.

I wan to run. Far…right into

Your classes where I learnt something.

Fists clenched, frown, teeth gritted,

I didn’t ask for this. At all.

I would bang the table- shoot

some (excuses of) humans

down and

Scream!!!!

I would strangle (an excuse of) a teacher

who repeats too much and

smiles sarcastically.

Evil distorted faces growl and

Sneer at me.

Dark grey black with goosebumps

Green- gooey with radioactivity.

Help me -! Help!