G.P.A. Poem by Thunderstorm Lullaby

I'm sitting in the corner, all alone
listening to my parents moan.
There son is a failure
they continue to scream, her
eyes, filled with tears, his filled with fear.

It's just my...
Grade Point Apocalypse!
Smirk wiped right off my lips
do what they say
or they swear that you'll pay.
But do their numbers really control me
or can i be who ever i want to be?

But I don't understand, it was just one class
do I really have to attend all there institutionalized masses?
Catering to their every need
while my dreams start to bleed,
out, all their life
and you wonder why I'm addicted to my knife

It's just my...
Grade Point Apocalypse!
Smirk wiped right off my lips
do what they say
or they swear that you'll pay.
But do their numbers really control me
or can i be who ever i want to be?

Now comes the letter from the University
written in neat print, dressed to me
It reads:
'We're sorry, Mr Lullaby...'
and that's when i start to cry.

It's just my...
Grade Point Apocalypse!
Smirk wiped right off my lips
do what they say
or they swear that you'll pay.
But do their numbers really control me
or can i be who ever i want to be?

So now im rotting in the gutters
how'd my life become such an utter
failure, like my parents said,
I'm better off dead
cursing the day I was born
is that what they want you to learn?

It's just my...
Grade Point Apocalypse!
Smirk wiped right off my lips
do what they say
or they swear that you'll pay.
But do their numbers really control me
or can i be who ever i want to be?