School.
As I have gotten older,
school has become
less
and
less
significant for me.
I can hear the information
but I no longer get the feeling
that I did when I was younger.
When I am given new data
my eyes no longer widen
like they did
when my feet barely reached the floor.
I cannot feel my mind
light up at the sound of new ideas,
or my hands fidget with my pencil
as I try to grasp at a new concept.
I used to desperately search everyday,
hoping to find even the smallest proof
of that state of mind
but now I know
where my curiosity is.
It has been taken from my mind,
stolen by the fucked up system
we call school.
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