stuffyoucan'tsaytoyourteacher
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When my teacher stresses, I stress.
And when I stress I mess
Up my work, I can't think straight.
I love to learn but that will have to wait
For the tests to be over.
Cold desks and broken dreams.
That's all this kid sees.
Everything that she believes
Is broken like her dreams.
She once imagined the world
as hers to hold.
But then she had a teacher
There is something unique about every school
Each one with their own style
With the same goal in mind for each student,
Is it really worth the while?
It is for those students who want to succeed
She is stared down as she walks through the halls.
Her only escape are the bathroom stalls.
No one is looking into her eyes.
All they see is her stomache,
and it's size.
