In The End

They tell me not to worry,
They think I’ll be ok,
They ask me what the hurry is,
In leaving school each day.

The torture that I go through,
From morning, lunch till noon,
The minute I get to my room,
I play my favourite tune.

And for those few minutes,
I do believe I’ll be ok,
And in the end the pain,
Just seems to go away.

Now my song has gone away,
I feel my pain has too,
Maybe talking to someone may,
Be good for even you.

I am a young poet who would like to see if people like my work and if so I will continue posting.