3AM FEELING GODLIKE

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screamed the school cheer at the top of our lungs
just a choir girl borrowing glory in a kingdom of track and field
my eyes were set on triple science the top-most rungs
physics, chemistry, biology was the hill, leaving my pen concealed

loud with a chosen few, being unseen was my rule
exiled to the back row, gladly, a willing renegade
fifty cent ice cream from trespassing a primary school
3am alarms to cram while feeling like a god self-made

wearing soiled shoes on a monday trying to impress
boarding the latest bus trying to beat the clock
jamming to the cranberries' zombie feeling badass
who is michael anyway why is he learning to rock