I feel as though i have a war in my head.
No matter what i do, 
It just keeps going.
I try to distract myself
With my favorite
Shows, books, and music.
But no matter what, 
The war keeps raging.
I'm tired and want to sleep, 
But
I
Can't.
The war keeps 
Me awake.
I don't want to sleep, 
I NEED to sleep.
My head won't shut down! 
So, 
Instead, 
I'll lie awake in bed, 
Counting the minutes
Until I have to get ready
For battle: 
School.
School, 
With it's never-ending hallways
And pointless lessons.
In which it would be more productive
To bang my head against a wall.
School, 
With gross lunches
And stupid teachers, 
Who were probably ordered online
Than hired.
School, 
In which I have to face people
That I'd rather not see.
They call this education?                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    