Once again,
Books and pens,
Hopeless foundation, useless education.
We "learn" here to choke on our words,
Only if your "right" may you be heard.
Stay quiet, stay low, you're to young to know.
You'll regret it later if you choose to go,
Yeh schools so great, until kids disappear.
To much fucking pressure huh? Why the hell are we here.
What's your issue? They weren't on task?
They weren't ok though, did you bother to ask?
I suppose it's not your fault,
What goes on at home,
But "distracting" them with homework won't make them less alone.
Empty classroom, shadowed with tensely waiting burdens,
It's ok.
I guess you just forgot how much pressure could hurt them.
YOU ARE READING
My reality is different to yours truly.
PoetryA collection of my poetry, some of which may be triggering to those who have struggled with mental health In the past. <3 I will try to add at least once a week :)
