This really isn't about the bell and the pussy in the well... |
Ding dong bell, My life has gone to hell, I hate what I do, But no one really cares. Can I do what I like? And throw my books aside? Can I take a break? Or is this all the break that I get? Is it okay if I quit studying? And screw up all my exams? Will you skin me alive? And tell me that I suck, Just cause I couldn't perform Half as well as your son did? Ding dong bell, Gimme a reason to try, For once can it be for me And not for what you want me to be? I'm really trying my best, Can you not see? Is it because my results Ain't as good as you want them to be? And if that's the case, Then you can't blame me, Because no matter how hard one tries He can't be great at Something he hates. Ding dong bell, All my readers, I wish you well If you could not read between the lines, Don't worry, you need not die, And if you could, then God bless you, And I love you, And I hope your sanity didn't blow, And now I'll go , So you can judge me in peace. PS: This poem was very impromptu. I put in zero thought to it and just recklessly penned down my thoughts in here. So don't judge me for the syllables not fitting in or for the non existent rhyme scheme. |