I Hate This S*!T
Back and forth through the halls
Smiling at every face I see
Hiding behind a MASK!
So I ask the obvisious questions.
The yes's and the No's.
But then I ask Why Do we have to learn this shit?
Why do we have to sit through a class that wont matter
in our future. Why are we wasting our brain space on
Trignometery and geometry? JOBS in the future will be
technology based so why do I need to have this knowledge
when it will no longer be needed
in the future? Why? So you can get a pay check?
I hear the keys of a key board clicking
as I take my test and in my mind
I Yell "SHUT THE FUCK UP"
These Masks that I put on everyday are to satisfy
your eyes. But its plain to see that you cant read
between the lines and see the inside of me.
So I will sit and wait.
I will let you see my master piece unfold.
As I see every person that ever doubted me crumble.
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