#voicesunheard
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
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She cried for help—
but no one heard her plea.
What did I do so wrong?
She whispered to the void,
yet still
nobody listened.
Why am I in such pain?
A pain
not marked by scars—
invisible,
yet unbearable.
Why me?
Why me?
She wept,
searching for answers
in the silence.
What did I do so wrong?
But the silence
only grew louder.
You were my friends,
she thought.
But they were gone—
vanished,
leaving her behind
in her despair.
Am I truly
such a burden?
She sobbed.
What did I do so wrong?
But no one replied.
No answers came.
Now she hides,
shrouded in shame,
alone
with the weight
of unanswered cries.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC