Tainted Society

School

* I wrote this a while ago and I decided that it needs to be said*

School puts you in a box, all neat and in a row 
So when you leave, you don’t know where to go
They tell you if you try your best, then there will come the rest
The success
The success you’re craving for your adult life
 But they don’t tell you about any pain or strife
This very desk in which I am sitting is where others sat before
The same kids who just walk out the door
They hand them a diploma as if they’re really prepared
But underneath it all, they are a kid, quiet and scared 
Their feet pitter, patter across the stage 
As their life turns another page 
A story just starting one could say 
A story starting on that very day 
But not even the valedictorian has it figured out 
They don’t have it all together like they seem to always do 
They are just like you

I sit here mediocre in a class full of intelligent beings 
But none of them are seeing 
The way the school structure impacts us all
It’s not even our call 
We get pushed from teacher to teacher and none seem so eager 
To tell us what we need to survive in the real world 
Perhaps they don’t know 
They live in an imaginary place, we call the classroom
A so-called safe place where nothing can touch you, not even gloom 
Because nothing bad lives inside this room

Packets of papers line every single binder we hold
But we don’t know each other and the stories untold
We pass each other by as if none of us truly exist
Because when it comes to society, none of us can resist 
We allow ourselves to be put into boxes everywhere we go 
We don’t even care about what we don’t know 

As we all eventually descend into the real world of adulthood
Some will turn bad and some will remain good
We don’t know our futures but the school’s force us to plan 
But no amount  of planning can make someone understand 

None of us understand the fact that in a way none of us are intact 
We’re all broken children, made to look like teens
And too often, we give up on our dreams 
So as we this place we longed to escape, we will realize that the school is not what we hate 
We hated the classes with people we didn’t know and the times where we didn’t know where to go 
We loathed every second we waited to leaves these halls and this place 
We might even leave here with a big smile on our face 
But in the end, We’ll never forget how school try to limit 
They limited us to MLA format and writing neatly in the lines
But who gets to say what that really defines? 

Call us future graduates, out of our minds 
But we will succeed, one step at a time
You taught us what you were told to do 
And for that every teacher, I applaud you 
It wasn’t easy, I’m sure 
And no year is like the one before 

But in the end, everything will every need 
Everything we’ll learn will be on our own
Because math and history books don’t teach 
The information just out of reach 

As a student. Praying for the final graduation day 
I would find myself wanting to stay 
I would find myself longing for these long vast hallways 
I would find myself longing for the classmates I wish I would have knew 
Wish I could have been there if they were feeling blue 

But in the end, we all leave this place that we longed to leave 
And even though looks deceive, 
We were scared straight 
We could all relate 

We didn’t know what the real world would behold 
It was a story that nobody thought to tell
As children, we saw the struggles our parents went through 
But we never thought or knew
That one day that could be us too

So as we leave this place held sacred to our childhood memories 
Of just being young and doing dumb things 
\we shall never forget the laughter and fun
And the drama and the way we felt when we got our work done
The homework and papers we had in our very hands 
But none of us knew where would day we would stand 
We walk out of this place where we were told to learn 
And we go off to earn 
Our place in society, in this nice, kind, cold, dark world 

- bloodu out✌🏻