Life

Oh Ofelia...

My name is the embodiment of wisdom.

I look around my environment and it's full of fools.

Tools I can use as my stepping stool.

Cools that don't worry about the rules of my "school."

I stare in anger, knowing that they all hate her.

My mind is my own to ravage with the fires of my thoughts.

I look at my "enemies" and they have never been taught.

I stare in disgust when they must work with us.

I light the fire more as I open my eyes to the fuss.

The world doesn't care, and they're always in my hair.

I burn them all, but to no avail.

They drag me, all I can do is flail.

My life is in despair and they are forever in my hair.

It's not even a crown, just another thing to pull me down.