As we walk into the classroom,
All they see is that
A or D
That appears on our paper
On the dreaded results day.
In our perfected uniform,
Our eyelids droop
And we scrawl facts and figures
We write essays more
Than we breathe.
Aren’t we supposed to be playing
Carelessly on the parks?
They say they want the best
For us.
They say they care about
Our mental health.
So how did they not realise
That they were slowly
Draining the life and imagination
Out of our youthful glow.
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Author:
Skye Bellasario (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 6th, 2017 12:19
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Comments1
That sweet glow of vital youth and psychedelics, can't forget that:)
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