Tired
Half-conscious I stumble down the halls,
I open my eyes as I smack into a wall.
Sitting on the ground thinking of the breakfast I skipped,
I get up, look at my homework, it's ripped.
I drag myself to Math, already falling asleep,
I reach my chair and the announcement beeps.
"Stand for the anthem!" Someone says,
"Why?" I moan.
It's 8:50 and I want to go home.
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