finish this...

I sit in class gazing in this crack,
the crack of a dream opening before me,
though i'm awake this dream is clear as black;
A child in school is like a dog in a cage,
trapped... I feel with only one way out,
Its as if Ups and downs are love and hate,
Being up and loving is when i'm not in class,
being down and hating is when i must study,
love is in the open sky of the dreams,
while loathing is in my vision it seems,
the rapid thinking make you want to scream,
However when its over ,your heart will sing,

-simile poem