School is a prison
Its where ideas,
And dreamers,
Go to die.
They teach us to conform,
To abide by their rules.
They tell us that we have a say,
A voice in the world.
They are there for us,
If ever we need help.
These are lies.
They do not care, do not listen.
Students are screaming,
Their throats raw from the effort.
Yet we are written off,
As hormonal, disruptive teens.
We are bullied, pushed to our limits,
By our peers.
Going to the principal,
Or the guidance counselor,
Will not make a difference.
They are too busy,
To worry about our petty problems.
They take away our art programs,
And our history classes,
Then blame us for our outrageous behavior.
How to talk to your teen,
How to understand them,
Are common books and articles.
We are people.
We hurt, we laugh, we cry, we dream.
Just like you.
We are people,
Trying to find our way in a world
Where everything is broken.
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