School

In the school year it is a grind,
It is a constant struggle for my mind.
Everyday is many hours long,
It makes me want to sing a sad song.
Like a toy I just need another wind,
However my intelligence has inclined.
The repetition feels so blind,
I still manage to stay strong.
In the school year.
Many answers I cannot find,
In the cafeteria I have dined,
I somehow always manage to be wrong.
The days started to act like a pong,
This whole year has been timed.
In the school year.