Leaving this place

Still not knowing the value of X

An unspoken race

Formed by society

No piety

Creativity

Gone

In search of one answer

All treated the same

Part of the game

Same rules for each individual

Though. Each. Single. Person.

Is different.

Same levels

Same scoring

For the boring

Place... in which we live

We all want to give

Our own ideas

But can’t

For we are shaped

Conformed

Into these robots

Not able to express our personality

Distinguishing us from reality

Not able to think outside the box

Unlock these locks

But finals don’t lead to survival

Your whole life determined

By a measly letter

A number

Being a student

Is greatly imprudent