Sh*t You Can't Say To Your Teacher



Its only 12 years,

They try to bend your thoughts and fears.


From day one with crayons and glue,

To graduation day saying adieu.


Just trying to get me through,

Teaching is merely a job to you.


Teach me, show me, help me understand

Not just with paper and books, so bland.


Invest in my future and in me

I’ll show you everything I can be.


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