Stuck

Tue, 10/15/2013 - 21:49 -- cadeyd

Creativity lost

Students in seats

The same hours everyday

Expression kept inside

Same rubrics

No variation

No freedom

No escape

No outlet

Just a cold room

Calling itself safe

When really you're trapped

Inside yourself

But who do you tell?

You can't insult the one putting this on you

They'd only be the ones to hate you for it

Taking it as an insult to themselves

Offensive

Tense

Hard

You sit in you desk

The hour spent wasted

Ideas circling your head

No freedom

No escape

No outlet

Stuck

 

 

 

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