Sitting in the schoolbench
alone in  this room
filled with familiar unfamiliar faces
Never talking
always noise
always watching very close
listening to these speeches
Bleeding my arms

insanity lies in the corner of this room
and it crawls closer to me

tick... tick.. tick..

seconds aren't what they seem
hours aren't real
time is a illusion in this room

Only the ritual

pen on papper
writing numbers
writing letters that don't make words
No drawings
No poems
Yes sir
No madam

tick... tick... tick

Over and over again
bell goes
new place
same ritual
numbers
letters
no creativity
is seen in here

alone I sit
with my clasmates
doing the same ritual
that they call fun
what they call

**School