You're playing this little game, like,
slowly shift away from Maddie when she's standing on the balcony
and yell at her for yelling
and tell her, "GO," loudly,
like, "we don't want you here,"
and you laugh at my feelings as though they're
cliche and not worthy of your attention
and you ran away from me when I walked up
the stairwell, saying, "Watch out! she's coming!"
and I know you think it's funny
or it doesn't matter, but
if you only knew how much I loved you,
you wouldn't dare. and I think when I
gave you that hurt look just now,
you knew you had pushed me too hard
so hard that you might have broken me.

In my desperation
to understand your disappearance
ive mulled that word over in my maze of a mind
way too many times
i can no longer find its meaning.

Paralysis surges over me,
I feel nothing, not even numbness.
Levitation raises me,
from my bed, I ascend.

I do not look down,
for I fear the ground.
Nor do I wake myself,
for if this is a dream,
I don't want it to end.

The air is cool up here,
far above the Earth,
far above the trees.

I feel weightless,
almost like paper,
as the breeze lifts me.

When I reach the stars,
the skyline, the end,
I stop.
My body drops,
and burns up in the atmosphere.

But I stay here,
my entity stays here,
where I float,
where I will remain,
till I dissipate.

I think it's crazy that they want me to type an essay over deforestation for a score or practice or to better my writing. That's 60 more minutes I'm wasting of my life. They say that sooner or later everything we do we will do with technology. So here I am now writing this essay that's supposed to be about deforestation and the effects and consequences. We are not discussing the issue. We are sitting in wooden chairs with our computers sitting on our wooden desks surrounded by wooden bookcases. So much irony right? I seem to be the only one to notice anyways.
We come here seven hours a day, do hours of homework, "study" the information, aka memorize regurgitate then forget all of it. This is not teaching us. We are not learning anything useful to help us live. It's all numbers and words that do not matter to me.
If anyone thinks that all us kids come to school to learn they're wrong and if they think that the teachers come to teach they're even more wrong. We come to pass class after class so we can leave and actually make something of ourselves. The teachers come because they have to for the money. They do not care about us or our feelings. They put all this pressure on us to be the best we can be which really means make a good grade.
I've been silent for so long now. Not expressing my feelings towards much of anything. Also toward the reason I have to wake up at five every morning to be around people I do not even like.
I feel as though the education system is unfair and cruel and does not take into consideration what the kids who go through this cycle everyday think.
So that's what I think about deforestation.