Here we sit in perectly aligned rows
Black metal chairs hold the weight of our worries, our fears and our dreams.
We sit, uniformly individual.

We are all cogs in the large machine that turns us all into the same set of numbers and alphanumerics.

As I sit among these people, I realize that we are all equally unprepared for life. The school systems put us in a sinking boat and hand us a thimble to scoop out the water.

But no, it's not them. Its us. Society turns its light house neck around the rocky cliff and faces not the shore, but the solid land.
Somehow we're the ones that fail, even when everyone else gave us the pieces to a different puzzle