Teachers are hateful,
jerks and old married fags.
to have them teach me i'm ungrateful.
all any of them ever do is nag.
i'm like an un-flamed torch to them.
and their hobby is to light me up to suffer and burn.
they are everything but a precious gem.
i always fight, not getting a good word in, it's my turn!
but they lost my good words.
now they are hateful like they are.
it's like they are an evil creation with plug-in cords.
all they do is make me cry, wanting to die, possibly run out infront of a car.
i'm sick and tired of it,
all the tears i've cried because of them.
i'm ready to throw a fit.
please don't make me go back to them.
i'm sick of all this pain.
i want to end it as soon as possible.
i'm always taking the blame.
but now it's not my fault and it's noticable.
hope they have fun torchering me.
for i'm done with it.
i'm done counting way over three.
for how many times they've accused, yelled, fought, and disliked me.
