Alone in my room, is where I will sit,
never before had I thrown such a fit.
stories and stories, I lied through my teeth,
hoping for a glimpse at a sign of relief.
They pushed and they pushed, until I gave in,
by now I should know that I never will win.
then came the punishment, for what I had done,
whatever it is it shall not be fun.
Everything's gone, no seeing nice weather,
for these next two weeks are gunna feel like forever.
With nothing to do, god forbid I should read,
but that's what they want, never follow their lead.
Just staring at walls, my but falls asleep,
there is nothing but silence not even a peep.
My TV is off, but I see people moving,
no bother to me it's actually quite soothing.
What am I saying? I think I've gone mad,
it's only three days and my life's already sad.
Every second goes by like a month or a year,
why don't they realize I'm dying in here?
Someone come get me before I go crazy,
I should use the excuse,"This is making me lazy"!
"Knock-knock" what is that? you say that it's over,
why I got up and plowed like a freak'n bull dozer
