School starts at 7:25

It’s so early, I hardly feel alive

My alarm goes off before it’s light

And yet my teachers still tell me I’m not very bright

I contemplate murder as the seconds go by

Math, at any time, makes me want to cry

Mornings are evil

Complete with their drivel

My hair is a mess

With no chance of success

My eyes are red

And I just want to go back to bed

To others, I must be kind

But anger is the only emotion I find

Mornings are death

So I mumble swear words under my breath

In the afternoon I am charming

Unlike the mornings when I look alarming

Evenings are fine

I stay up all the time

But when the alarm begins to sound

My head begins to pound