#educationsystem
Not a playtime game,
mindful score behind every name.
Tomorrow’s society gets polluted
when corrupted minds and greedy features
disguise the fake role of a teacher.
They don’t have potential for the job.
So much crime, invisible to the cop.
Potential for the small clients,
required score, loving parents who live as blind.
Reserved in exchange for extra money,
within polished answer sheets and suggestion papers.
Dreadful exam passes, like silk and honey.
Learning, the door of freedom and getting wise,
some parents refuse to compromise.
Do they know how much we pay
just to keep our marks untouched by the teacher’s crime?
Not every guide is evil.
They don’t judge,
simple learners they never burn.
We students, shaped by how we feel,
favouritism has its own long bill.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 7:14 AM UTC
Question paper made of unread clues
wrapped in gold,
memories treasure answers in every practiced fold.
Brain races, tiny heart acquired the power to face,
how do we know pain is carved and open to trace?
Dreadful exam floats in mind like the end of the world.
A little one Smiles bright as sunlight,
ink shapes the pages,
golden answers shine bright.
Fluttering hope
“Maybe tomorrow will be easy, I am learning how to cope.”
Tomorrow never came,
I met with unknown rain.
“You copied, cheater!” says the great authority.
Heart becomes a sea of pain,
one sentence I wish my ears had never claimed.
Predatory smiles, satisfied smirks
burn me into ashes.
Under sunlight I never cry,
yet I flood my lashes,
invisible innocence like the erased pencil’s mark,
unseen by the eyes made of dark.
Still proof comes like the sunlight,
but a heart gets lost in night.
Sorrowful humiliation, no apology still stings as ice.
If you are wrong, don't care to admit and apologize?
Proof needs to prove
How clever abuse!
Why society doesn't need proof to accuse?
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 1:49 AM UTC
Break time clatters, clinks,
Where the whiteboard pauses to think.
Most precious time
Pitter-patter, laughter, and crunches of chips,
Praying for the end bell to never ring.
Loud chatter and happy gossip,
Being humble and quiet within backbiting rhyme,
Becomes a universal crime.
There is a ruler in every single classroom kingdom,
Kindness is never met like the sympathy of home.
Cruel rehearsals practiced in every break time,
A free verse within a sad rhyme.
A bottle cap became a terror,
Rolling every time intentionally on the white floor.
“Pick it up! Pumpkin should do it to lose some weight~
For good, don’t be late.”
So many audience, grasping the best scene
Why are growing pupils so mean?
Knees hit the floor
Authority and power
Shrink my back more and more.
Why do we come here to learn?
Bright walls lose their fun.
Every day, rehearsals of cruelty,
Kids misuse the light of authority.
Overlooked shadows teachers forget to catch,
That’s how the world finds its future cruel match.
No one stands for justice,
One against a crowd seems hectic.
Power stands on a silent pulse, frantic,
Within countless pages and books of heavy load
Why was this lesson never on the board?
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC
I am an oddly shaped peg
And if you try and fit me into
A square hole
I will struggle
But
I will adapt
I will chip parts off
And add bits there
Until I look like everybody else
And fit into your stupid
Simple
Hole
And I will hurt
But I will try
And no one will notice that I cry
When you don’t see
Because this is not me
But let me be my oddly shaped peg
With my beautiful curves
And different edges
And give me something soft
Give me clay
Give me sand
Give me something in my hand
And I will make the most beautiful
Patterns that you have never seen
I will make new holes
And odd shapes
That make people stop and look
I will glue the bits back on
And mould myself back
And smile at the square pegs
And the square holes
Because really
They are different
Just like me
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
I am just a number
at least thats how I feel
nothing makes me dumber
than being told that I am
just another stupid number
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
One – I took a test
Two – I passed the test
Three – I went to class
Four – I studied for tests
Five – I practiced and practiced
Six – I joined in
Seven – I reviewed
Eight – I cried
Nine – I broke down
Ten – I accepted
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC