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Trapped Box


Feeling traped in a big square room

With kids who just ramble on and on about nonsense

Not paying attention to what their is to offer

Not knowing that their education is at stake.

Yeah, we get to be free two times: Lunch and break

But we always end up back in the trapped box.

No phones allowed? What is this rule anyway?

We see teachers on their phones all the time

Hypocrites are inside those walls. 

Backstabbers are roaming the walls

Secrets being told, lies being heard.

What is school?

A big room with backstabbers, and hypocrites

Who want an education but dont try their hardest

to achieve it.

That is what school is like.

 

 

 

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