Alarm clock's buzzing
Mom's screaming my name
I hear more voices,
But they're all the same.
I look into the ebony of her bloodshot eyes
"You're late for school! Detention one more time!"
I've been late everyday this week,
"I'm sorry for the respite,
I didn't sleep too well last night!"
But lectures, lectures is all I get
I can barely stand,
And I'm really stressed.
My palms are sweaty,
I'm soaked and wet!
I hold this secret,
That I need to tell
I'm really sick,
Mom needs to know as well.
She never believes me,
I won't waste my breath.
Should I tell her?
What's the catch?
