From the blazing, agonizing heat settling in the pit of the stomach,

To the feet that drag on the unpaved walkways leading to the terror hiding behind gates, unphased faces and depressed souls,

After it takes you to the constant laughter in the back that draws your attention- although there is nothing to be heard but the sound of silence mixed with the obnoxious clicking pens and sharpening of pencils way too short to even be used at this point.

Then you have the lanky middle-aged person who likes to think they are the only ones who have control, the ones who never allow you to voice your opinion because it’s wrong, because you are a child and know nothing of the real world.

So you leave those terrorizing gates with the unphased faces and depressed souls lying behind them, and you go into another world wishing there was a way out.

You begin thinking of ways to avoid this place for the rest of your life, you think of how nobody likes your presence, how the world itself doesn’t care if you survive or not because you’re just a child who has made zero impact when it comes to society and its brainwashing ideas that seep into the minds of those easily persuaded.

Then it rings and it all is over until the next waking of the sun.

And you panic- because that is what the school system has caused for youth in Ameirica: constant panic, fear and anxiety.