Chinese School

When I was five, school was a stool trap.
I never liked school, like I’m stuck on a map.
It feels like prison lap after lap.
I was tied with ropes no matter where I napped.
Hate, hate, hate is a powerful slap.

Happy hopes have hate.
Happy memory will get lost,
Hateful memory will last forever.
Hatred will make you regret.
Hate, hate, hate remains.

When school started, I thought it was cool.
But when you trust your school, you will be a fool.
Don’t trust your school, and always stay cool.
Trust yourself and you will be free from the stool.
School, School, School will make you a weird tool.