There is a goal in mind for me.

It's not my own. I have been thrown

into a violent, stormy sea

and told to keep my head above water.

I am a stat upon a sheet.

I'm aware that those in charge don't care

so long as I remain elite.

This so called "success" is bitter-sweet.

Now, I'm but a deportee

from a bureaucracy not meant for me. 

My legacy; my self-worth's gauge

remains as numbers on a page

that pays my teacher's salary

and I find the truth quite cruel.

Be you a genius or a fool, 

in public school, you're someone's tool.