Education
When I was little,
School was a prison.
Forced to learn
Numbers and letters
Until the school bus came
And took me home
To freedom.
Now
There is no freedom
No games of kickball
No forts of pillows
No climbing trees
Just because.
Things have changed,
School is
Important
Get good grades
Study for the SAT
Why?
To go to more school.
Now the prison has become the home
And the home has become a place
To eat
And sleep
But mostly
To do homework.
Or maybe
The prison hasn’t changed at all.
Maybe
I’ve changed.
Working robotically
Schedule programmed into my head
Work
Study
Sleep
Repeat
Ticking as constantly as a watch.
School isn’t a prison.
I am.