Going into secondary school,
First years thinking they are all so cool.
Learning new languages like Chinese.
In P.E. class doing high knees.

In this huge building I feel so small,
Going to my locker down this big hall.
Walking into my new classroom,
Knowing it will be harder soon.

Waiting for lunch, starving with hunger,
Knowing the school days will be longer.
Oh finally schools over,
It feels like I found a four leaf clover.

Coming home with a big bag full of books.
Everyone judged me by my looks.
The classroom feels like a prison cell.
When will I get to finish this hell?