To most school going children
Their lives are just the worst
Adults just have it so easy
While their lives are simply cursed!
No doubt a silly notion
But it’s true that its hard
We’re little bombs of indignation
So you’d best be on your guard.
What with lessons and exams
And that pressure to exceed-
Not to give ourselves satisfaction
But to make others pay us heed
There’s just too much competition
For the most trivial of matters
Our ‘reputation’ hanging on the line
We can’t possibly let it shatter.
There’s the middle school drama
From which we must try escape
What joy they get from spreading rumours
I haven’t understood till date.
The group forming is astounding
Kids gathering round in cliques
Eyeing others with such hatred
And other such antics.
Some teachers are odd creatures.
They have their own notions.
Our noses rubbed to the grindstone
There’s quite some unexpressed emotion.
A few good ones in the lot, sure
But it’s second nature to suspect them all
To the kids who insist despising
Each one they pass in the hall
School life can be a pain truly
The slogging makes me less than pleased
But some of the best moments reside here
I’ll smile back at these very memories.
good choice of words !
mid school is moving away from childhood and embracing complexities of life and people – the feelings are little suppressive but remaining positive at this stage makes your life very different !
Thank you so much papa ❤
So very true!!