I am the shirt worn to school,
No one thinks I am so cool.
I smell tired,
I seem bored.
Hey, the boy who is wearing me now,
The reason you are here is not me,
Please stop blaming me.
I wrote this poem from the point of view of the shirt worn to school.
No one thinks I am so cool.
I smell tired,
I seem bored.
Hey, the boy who is wearing me now,
The reason you are here is not me,
Please stop blaming me.
I wrote this poem from the point of view of the shirt worn to school.