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In that precise moment Locked in a hot sweaty tedious classroom the words stopped making sense and my thoughts took control In the middle of a Sociales class is when I realized… I am wasting my life, it is dripping through my fingers I am wasting my time, with a useless lesson after other, I am wasting my energy, (the little I have left) I am wasting it, and the hours that pass won’t come back It surprises me how can no one realize the direct and -not even trying to be hidden- brainwashing They say “think outside the box” but here’s what outside the box should be. And no one cares, and no one tries, if not, everyone solemnly obeys. I try to raise my voice but I’m shush I try to express an alternative opinion but I’m shush I try to fit, but I can’t and once again I’m sent to shush. I try to cry for help, but no one comes. I spend my nights working, taking another sip in my ever lasting coffee, writing essays, solving equations, answering questions I won’t sleep, there’s no time for that, I need to finish But for what? I finish my work, I get the highest grades But for what? What’s the point of it? What do I get in return? No sleep, another headache, and tons of papers to finish due tomorrow. That’s all, that’s what I’m supposed to be, another efficient machine. And no one cares if you cry or yell, if you cut or punch, no one cares, But if you finish your work, if you write the 2000 words. Then it’s alright, because you are doing what you are supposed to do. Because no one cares if you **** yourself, they will care when they see your motionless body, when there’s nothing left to do. Then they care, and the 2000 words don’t matter anymore Because you are already gone.
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
I'm gone (a poem about education)
In that precise moment Locked in a hot sweaty tedious classroom the words stopped making sense and my thoughts took control In the middle of a Sociales class is when I realized… I am wasting my life, it is dripping through my fingers I am wasting my time, with a useless lesson after other, I am wasting my energy, (the little I have left) I am wasting it, and the hours that pass won’t come back It surprises me how can no one realize the direct and -not even trying to be hidden- brainwashing They say “think outside the box” but here’s what outside the box should be. And no one cares, and no one tries, if not, everyone solemnly obeys. I try to raise my voice but I’m shush I try to express an alternative opinion but I’m shush I try to fit, but I can’t and once again I’m sent to shush. I try to cry for help, but no one comes. I spend my nights working, taking another sip in my ever lasting coffee, writing essays, solving equations, answering questions I won’t sleep, there’s no time for that, I need to finish But for what? I finish my work, I get the highest grades But for what? What’s the point of it? What do I get in return? No sleep, another headache, and tons of papers to finish due tomorrow. That’s all, that’s what I’m supposed to be, another efficient machine. And no one cares if you cry or yell, if you cut or punch, no one cares, But if you finish your work, if you write the 2000 words. Then it’s alright, because you are doing what you are supposed to do. Because no one cares if you **** yourself, they will care when they see your motionless body, when there’s nothing left to do. Then they care, and the 2000 words don’t matter anymore Because you are already gone.
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
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