The Prison
New year, new term
Different changes but yet still the same faces
We come with open minds yet they slowly close
They think they're helping by cramming the information
So I ask them
Will science even help?
They teach this but don’t even look
it shows we are dying and in hurt
Every new test, project, assignment, and more
Keeps piling and piling till it all comes tumbling down
So yes
Ask why I have baggy eyes and emotionless faces
Because you keep assigning while I go unsleeping
And it is not just the prison but also the home
Can I please leave this weight on my shoulder saying “good grades good grades”
As for the work
There’s the social aspect,
With all the people so look and act the same
You have the cheerleader with their hair all straight and wearing their gloss
Then the jocks all laughing not with them, but at them
We walk through the battlegrounds of social class
Or like some of them call it the cafeteria lounge
It’s all separation of everyone who looks and act the same
Be careful where you sit
It might determine your fate
But even though I say all these things
It still brings us to see,
It’s not all bad that we learn these things
I just leave you with one thing
Are you sure it us
Or the plan we’ve had since 1803