High School Hell

For now, this is what I have to tell,
about the time I spend in high school hell.

I wake up early every day,

just to end up a learning slave.

Seems like seven hours is way too much,

haven't we already learned enough?

Then I get home,

finally being alone.

But then I have homework to be completed,

when all my energy is already fully depleted.

 When will this cycle end?

When can I just hang out with my friends?

For now, this is all I have to tell,

about the time I spend in high school hell.

The End

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