English Hell
Walking in late to my grade ten English class
Is like being in a medieval prison torture scene.
You get the evil eye like you are the scum of the earth
It’s almost as if you had been caught in the middle of some horrible crime.
There is no understanding
No excuses, just persecution.
The stare from my teacher
Feels like a shot in the solar-plexus.
It almost burns through you
The stare, turns your legs to rubber
You feel like sitting down, or running away.
English class is like hell!
