I am ripping open at the seams, the tears are searing scars down my cheeks,
One more paper to do, one more sentence to repeat,
Come on just take the leap, write something worth all that is bleak,
Just need to power through, I was told not to retreat,
My pencil lead breaks again, frantically trying to get more,
These lines don’t seem to end, is that a reminder for a test tomorrow?
I have problems to mend, and something for my teachers to deplore,
Just one more email to send, maybe tonight is worth the morning hangover,
We learn about The Declaration of Independence, what about The Declaration of a student's financial dependence,
And can we talk about the insanity that is the reality of a prison without bars, a prison with a few more smiles with test after test to test the aptitude of whatever is left,
And didn’t you know that the education provided is clouding over our personalities, ask us what we like, and we’ll freeze, we don’t know,
There wasn’t an answer, there wasn’t a formula, this wasn’t on the SAT, it wasn’t in the textbook, it wasn’t in the notes, what do we do now,
And our words mean nothing, it all means nothing unless its in 12 point Times New Roman,
Our opinions are pointlessly written out unless it’s all double spaced, it means nothing without a thesis, is pointless without a conclusion,
Our minds are sectioned in tests and notes, our identities are categorized the street smarts and the book geniuses, we are divided by the artsy kids and the jocks, we are divided as men and women,
We have lost all humanity, all vanity, we have lost sons and daughters, we have all fallen into this insanity,
And these terms are swimming all about my eyes, craniocaudal, dorsaloventral, the digestion of sternal recumbency,
It’s like these lines are never ending, my eyes are burning, the exhaustion is overwhelming,
How am I to remember something as complicated as this phrase that is screaming nothing but unneeded redundancy,
But I must come through, I must finish this by exactly one minute before midnight, I feel myself crashing.
1 hour of mathematical curvitory, 2 hours of astronomical insanity,
3 hours of burning scientific calamity, 4 hours of economic minority,
5 hours of silence and religious responsibilities, 6 hours of starvation without seniority,
And 7 hours of work that surpases our intelectual and emotional capability,
We work and work and we work some more but we really never get to mentally explore,
Due dates and deadlines, it’s like the quadratic formula and the mitochondria are the only things that are allowed in my mind,
We are trained to move like clockwork, with nothing but mechanical processing and memory stores to our so called searing core,
These are our soul and self preserving guidelines that are set by the authorities that are supposed to be educationally kind to those who need just a little more time,
Just one more line,
Just 20 more words,
Just get it done, it doesn’t have to be an art of perfection,
After all, we’re only being timed on completion and temporary retention..