Got to let it out
Peaking – and I think I’ll stab
Someone if I don’t shout
Glued to this classroom
Forced to remain calm
And all I can think about is
Inflicting harm
Scissors lay in front of me
Waiting to be used
I’ll be a criminal soon enough
(because) I’m about to blow my fuse
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