Sick sad little world

The boy wakes up with a song. Goes to sleep with a song by the dawn, gets up with another. Music makes the world lighter. Seens like a regular day, by seven o'clock. Not to be a hypocrite, he smiles even without seeing anything yet. The ordinary chant of birds, car's buzzes, children laughing as they take off to school.
The boy's not really a boy anymore, he's caught in beetween. Old enough to find this world sick,sad and little, eats his breakfast without a sound, just the swings and clangs of a spoon by the bowl.The parents leave early, at five a.m. The dog whimpers, calling for a friend. It's Lucky the name of the dog.
Caught by the ring of the phone, another song, which makes the third song of an album, the boy is reminded that another day of school is at bay. High school. Wishes he was high to take on his tough bullies.Big boys with little hearts.Just another ordinary day, he's become numb. The behavior of monsters with no cage, that's spread through the world like disease.He writes an essay with that title.Teachers with titles an degrees stand no match for children without even moral values.
The album has reached it's eleventh song by the time of break, nine thirty a.m.Just another couple of hours to end the torment. Two classes, one hundred minutes, some thousands of heartbeats, and other two albuns. It's over now, and courses his own classes of math, sociology, P.E. and American history without the help of any teacher.Such is his sick sad little world, just like the song.He reaches home, twelve o'clock,time to runaway for the World Wide Web and hide himself into another world of silence.