Just to make a beginning

I don't feel like I'm winning

When I sit behind a small space

And if I speak its like I'm sinning

Reprimanded for small actions

Like tapping my pencil or singing

The teachers yell so often

At home my ears are ringing

 

Hm

And it puzzles me

Students look towards the future

Yet it's still a mystery for

Us studying history

But Mr. E

Still forces it upon us

So I fall asleep

Hit my head on the table so hard

I'm causing it to bleed

 

I remember a time when language

Was painless

Oh what a shame- it's

A lost form of art that poetry came with

So can someone say if

We may change it

As teachers change from insane to sane-less

The students change from a range of sight to

A point of view becoming rangeless

And teachers and classrooms

Don't have the intel to explain this

Yet they go on about

With their pride high and shameless

Instead of hands on it's

Page by page it's-

Stress and pain with-

Stories from the blameless

We hate it

We sit behind desks in closed spaces

Anti-progression claims us

In class.