Failure

I remembered my first day at school,
Too naive to see the difficulties that awaits,
Little did I know that it would be one hell of a journey.
Life is tough, that’s what every one says,
But waking up every morning and going to school is tougher,
Each day a life in hell anew.
My teachers said, I prolly didn’t try my best,
My parents called me a disappointment,
For giving up on my dreams.
But it was more of their dreams,
For I never wanted to be inside no class.
I had my own dreams,
And I needed no class or school to achieve that,
But who could I tell that,
I had try talking to my parents,
But they insisted I went to a school like every one does.
I dream of playing on a field I call my own,
If only they would let me,
I would become successful,
But they wouldn’t let me be.
After trying a couple of schools,
They still are blind to what’s best for me.
So here I sit again,
In a class I don’t want to be in,
Writing this poem,
Hoping one day, they’ll let me do it my way,
How can I ever get them to see?

©Author Of Pain