You stand there, reading numbers off,

Are we just numbers?

Do you see our faces? Do you know our lives?

You pretend like we fit into a neat little box,

Yet we all have our differences.

We learn at different paces, we learn in different ways.

We are an individual, not all one person.

Yet you stand in front of us like we are all the same.

That we are deamons sent to make their life hell.

We are all the same in the eyes of the teacher.

We are all just numbers.