You are the shackles to my oppression, more similar to my depression
You say I can't succeed just as it says I can't be free
I am oppressed and depressed.
You call yourself a teacher; yet, you preach to me in an entirely different tune
Who am I in your perfect world, where every student has no problems
I am broken can't you see?
I need fixing, but you can only concentrate on the 'more important ones'
The ones who have it easy
easy isn't a word in my vocabulary
In such a dictionary I call my life
You look at me with judging eyes
seeing only failure, and a waste of time
but they are ignorant to the truth
I have promise written all over me
Promise to make a difference somewhere, somehow
You and the rest of you don't see it
But I feel it radiating deep down in my bones
Ill change the world one day
and your judging eyes won't believe what they see