Detention Room

Sitting in class
Talking of how we must pass
This test coming soon
It's an hour past noon
I stare out the window
My lack of interest doesn't show
Green luscious grass
Outside this darkened class
Hushed whispers fill the room
Above my desk my teacher does loom
She towers above me
And thats when I see
My mind slipped
Her mood tipped
Over the edge
As I stared past the ledge
Now I'm sent to my doom
After school in the detention room