Fucked up bitches,

Messing with my life.

Studies ain’t my thing,

So for studies,

Don’t make me strive.

So many other hobbies,

Here,

It has to be studies.

“You have to have a degree to be successful!”

Whatever.

Your mouths are shit-full.

Your words are plain painful.

Your demanding commands only want to make me puke.

I don’t ever want to listen to you,

You’re not worth talking to.

I wish I could stuff your mouths with my shit,

But they’re already full with your own.

My teeth I grit,

As I hold back my tears.

My hate I’ll forever create and keep,

Like the clock’s gears,

Forever they’ll tick.