Sad System

You make me sit,

For endless hours,

For endless years,

Working toward a goal.

You force me into interaction

With those who hate me

And tell me not to talk

To those I count as friends.

You tell me to express myself,

Just not in that way.

You tell me be yourself!

Just be sure who you are

Is like everyone else.

You tell me to get involved

Don’t forget your social life,

Oh and you need money for that!

But don’t forget your grades.

You demand I learn

In ways that don’t fit me.

You tell me not to compare

Myself to others-

You do it for me.

And you know what your name is?

Your name is School!

Your name is Our Education System!

You give us tips and tricks

To pass the test!

But I should learn!

Not cram and forget!

This thing you are,

Is a failure!

You expect so much

And give nothing in return!

A real education

Wouldn’t cram us so full

The knowledge spills over

To be left behind!

Teach me! Don’t stuff me!

And give me a chance!

But you need money,

And so you need students

To excel at tests,

Not at life.

And so we go wearily on,

In a sad system,

That needs reform.

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