Distraught-A Daily Reflection

Why did they give me these awful kids?
who do they think I am?

I'm not so skilled and talented
these kids don't give a damn.

I stand on my head and jump through hoops
to try to help them learn,

They stare and me and turn away
education is not their concern.

They talk the talk of a band of thugs
they are lacking in respect

For me or you or anyone
even my classroom has been wrecked.

I don't know if I can continue this
my nerves are totally shot

I work so hard with no return
My days are spent distraught.

So here I am a stressed out mess
surrounded by this noise

Thinking about another place
any place else that employs.