Everything's getting to me at once,
It's the first day of school, and I'm at my last ounce,
Of patience and kindness,
I'm done with respect,
I'm about to start with some hardcore persistence.

Teachers says they'll give us work,
That's due tomorrow or Thursday,
Then say they couldn't give us anyways,
But it's not their fault, so it's a zero they say.

They call us “just a student”,
Just someone they do their work with,
But we have a future too,
We're someone who draws the future's curtains.

They shout and give us attitude,
Call us hard like they were even soft,
I should've expected this on the first day,
But it's all got me fed up.

The frustration is running through my veins,
It's not even the end of the day,
Imagine doing this crap for a month,
Imagine how it'll be in May.