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Do your do now, sit down, don't talk, be the perfect student they see. But in my mind all I want to do is scream! Teachers feel they have so much superior over me. Telling me what to say. Where to go.
They bullied him because he was different Stating that he isn’t full grown Because he likes science while they play sport They never treated him like one of their own The teachers don’t notice a thing
You teach your numbers, you read your words You reiterate when nothing is heard, A tender intimacy fills the room as you stroll with modesty A charming chuckle exits your mouth as you fault, as you fault, as you fault