He Loved Her Cynicisms,deceptions And Wit✌

Sitting under white rooms...!

"We are here daily studing and studing,
We sit here day after day,
Staring at the blank board in front of us.

The teacher hands out the text books and tell us to turn to a certain page,

We do so and let the teacher blabber again.

We look at the page,
Get nothing out of it,
Act as if we read,
Getting no knowledge in return.

Todays lesson is about something,

but I didn't hear what the teacher said.

I stare at the white walls of the room and pretend to listen.
But in reality,
all I want is to be free of the dreadful place.

My mind wanders,

it thinks of magical lands,

and a place where every one is free.

I come back to reality,

only to see that the class has stopped listening.

So I look arund.

One wall has a motivational poster,

but what use is it.

My eyes wander towards the board in the front of the room.
There is nothing written on it.

I move in my chair and the desk squeaks.
People look at me. "Screw this!" I shout. "What is the point of being in here day after day?" I push myself out of my desk,

and grab my bag.

My peers gasp,

but I don't care.

My feet move towards the door.

I stop,
turn back and look at the class.

All eyes are on me.

I couldn't stand to spend one more second in this room of white.

My hand turns the door knob

and I walk out of that room,

that room of white..."