Times are hard, things go bad,

things are changing, hands are aching

I look so sad, I’m just a lad,

I try to cheer, got sad from my peer.

I asked for a drink, but they said I stink,

I reached for a life, they replaced it with knife.

I climbed to get higher, but they pushed me into a fire,

I  make good points, but end up with faints.

I tried to make ends meet, but I needed a sit,

I stopped to hate, but got an empty plate.

I edured this all, It happened all through fall

now these are the tears, from my early school years.