School
Almost every adult doesn't know the pain of school.
No, school isn't cool.
School is like prision.
Like Satan has risen.
Teachers think that making the shy kids talk will cure their shyness.
The first day of school kids try to look their fineness.
Like, you'll make friends if you're skinny, right?
No teachers, nothing is alright.
The teachers don't relise we have our own lives.
Kids are too stressed they're cutting their skin with knives.
When we are told we did something wrong we get yelled at.
Not even being able to wear a hat.
Teachers only making sure we know the topic so when we do the test we can do well and they'll get more money
We don't need to know things like how bees make their honey.
Girls being sent home to change and not being able to learn because the boys can see your shoulder.
Every year after school, I burn every paper and every folder.
- Lily
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