Inside the Classroom
Rage filling up inside me
The need to speak out
But my tounge creeps into the corner
No words come out
Low voice is all they can hear
A whisper to everyone else's ears
Never daring to turn up the notch.
Always on the run of work
Glueing my eyes to the paper
Getting used by my peers
Letting myself
Smiling like it's alright
Never hatching my egg
And being free...
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