Sitting in a chair, facing forward 

I wonder what am I doing here

shouldn't I be out in the world?

We are stuck in closed rooms

We walk down walls plastered in white 

I've been here for fourteen years 

Never really prepared 

Imprisoned behind doors.

They told me, in a bink of an eye,

to leave and figure it out.

They try to mold us.

But when we don't fit the mold

They fail us.

Nothing is learned.

Nothing is taught.

But to be your own person

But sometimes that doesn't work

That's not what they meant. 

Go back to school.

You're stupid.

You can't go anywhere without an education.

But when you attend

You just sit there

Wondering what am I doing here?

It's a trap.