The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Misfit Class.

Looking inside class,
By the mirror, made by glass,
I see terror, inside class,
I see horror, inside class,
but when I look outside, box,
green, trees, colour, full of live.

Why should I be inside class?
If there's only boring math,
I truly love the outside match,
the potential outside, mold.

Try to full-fill all my hole,
Try to (stop).
The tick-tack on-the clock.

Tried to break my bones and skull,
Tried to made me bleed and sleep,
Tried to stop my "boom" on veins,

And I tried to kill myself,
And I fucking hate yourself.

Now I'm just boring inside class,
Cause you made me be the trash,
Cause you tried to break my heart,
Now I'm tiring inside class.

And I'm feeling, like if I was Trash,
Cause I fell in love, with a fly,
He goes fliying, around the class,
It smells like shitty unbearable trash, Disappointing, disposable, trash,
I crushed him, inside class,
I crash with him, made him fell like trash.