School is the most ironic place that will remain on this earth.

It's so biased and diverse, so open, yet a boxed up war zone.

People battle for the top, but not everybody can win. These buildings aren't being built big enough to hold every powerful mind that it captivates and manipulates. Not it's not worthless and no it's not boring. But it sure is filled with liars and cut throat two faced deniers that life isn't easy and "we're all winners."

It's not.

Because when it rains it pours. One trial after the next like I'm jumping hurdles. Running restless cause my life doesn't get a break. And the sleepless nights don't even begin to die down with college preparation. Every essay force fed, scholarships mounded on my plate. And somehow, no one thinks I'm capable of getting full. I'm just a garbage disposal that never gets turned off.

Every story has a beginning, middle, and end.

My story starts with a job, continues to college but doesn't seem to end. This endless dark tunnel of life has money issues and one thread hanging report cards plastered on walls. Every time I exhale, I find another reason to hold my breath again.

My only times of relaxation can be found carved into cavern walls.

Dating back to two years old. A time line of joy represented by a declining bar graph.

Peace was executed freshman year.

My social life got buried under piles of books, scholarship essays, and college applications. I tried to dig it up but I'm barely 10 feet deep. My mom climbed on y back as my father holds my legs. My uncle and brother strain my arms.

I'm held down beyond my weight.

Pressured to fill in the bubbles correctly and be measured by an IQ score. Cramming for tests to scale my competence. It's an up hill battle in the school realm to see who's worthy.

So school let me ask you, when will you change?

When will a child ever truly feel safe within your ego stained walls? Beyond all the evacuation drills and lock down procedures. When will your purpose effect the intellectual without causing anxiety attacks?

See, I know that we need you, but when, if ever, will you need us?

I will wait for your answer at my desk.