Discontent
• Written by Quintessential_Quixote
I'm stressed
From rock bottom there's not much father to fall
I mean, you're probably dumbfounded
I'm stressed at all
I hate school
Not because it's not cool
Ten years of education and I still feel like a fool
Doesn't matter if you follow the rules
Don't try to tell me that it really makes a difference
That delinquent is a CEO now
But hey, you can do long division
The indecision
That comes with being a teen
You don't know til you get there
And you'll forget what it means
I don't mean to offend
But you've left us defenseless
In pursuit of happiness, your treasured
White picket fences
But when I'm losing MY mind
Over every transgression?
Sit down, shut up
You just like the attention
But I can't because you only listen when I scream
And I can't even do that, god forbid I be mean
That's the only reason that I'm keeping these words clean
It's not easy as you'd think
To put words in a new order
I'd probably do myself a favor by making this shorter
I wish there was someone to teach me
what I really need to know
How do words fit together
how do i make them flow?
So i can show everyone
What is inside my mind
Calm down is what they say
It'll come to you in time
I don't have time to
Wait around for better inspiration
How can YOU sit still
When all around is desolation?