We are born,

into this world,

different status,

different life.

Kids look for

the endless wonder,

just behind to door,

You want to know more.

Getting older, 

go to school,

supposed to follow the rules,

and not act like fools.

You learn to take the tests,

even when home life is a mess,

never mind, never mind.

What to do with this knowledge,

be the cool kids or

move against the grain

actually use your brains.

Be labeled something,

thrown into categorires,

they never know your stories.

They think you're boring,

maybe you are,

maybe you're not.

Call you names

and make you think you're to blame

when things don't turn out the same.

Are you a victim?

What do you do with your power?

Do you cower?

You've been given knowledge,

and you've been through hell.

After the last bell,

it's all up to you.