in the shadows of dreams, we trip and we break,
where hearts clash and bleed, and silence aches.
trust your own path, let the chaos unfold,
you owe yourself more than the stories they’ve sold.

own your scars, let your true colours show,
in the wreckage of life, find strength in the low.
through every struggle, in each bitter fight,
you’re the fire that rages, igniting the night.

each morning, i open the door  
to a place that drains every ounce of joy.  
the hallway greets me with a heavy sigh,  
and instantly, my spirit drops.  

eight hours a day with faces I despise,  
in a place where every ounce of happiness  
seems to evaporate before my eyes.  
i feel like running, escaping,  
but the door that welcomes me in  
is the same one that holds me captive.

they call it “optional,”  
but the truth is far from it.  
graduate or face a future  
where choices are limited,  
a cycle of nine to five  
that feels like a never ending grind.

i’m told that this is the path to success,  
yet all i see is a repetition of old patterns,  
a system unchanged by time,  
while the world outside evolves.

every minute spent here feels like a loss,  
a theft of time that could be spent  
on dreams larger than a desk job.  
i’m meant for something greater,  
more profound than just surviving.

everything in life is upgrading,  
but the school system remains frozen,  
a relic of past eras  
while the world moves forward.  
how is it that progress touches everything  
but the one place that shapes our future?

in this trap of outdated rules,  
i find myself questioning,  
wondering why I’m forced to live  
by standards that no longer fit.