Tie round my neck,
Drag myself through hell.
Can you see I'm becoming a reck?
I'm beginning to hate the halls and the smell.
All of them a reminded of where I am now
And how I won't get out for another 5 hours.
Turn every corner to a new row
Barron landscape and trampled flowers,
Like the dreams of the kids that come here.
Sitting neatly behind every door.
Row on row. peer next to peer.
Only here because of the law.
Who wants to wake up every day
To get push and pulled and bullied and judged
To never be given the voice to speak out and say;
'Hey! This whole damn education system is fudged'
YOU ARE READING
Use Your Words
PoetryThis is a poem about the words right here in this book. Watch me laugh and smile then take a look Into the deepest corners of my mind. Please don't fear for what you might find. Don't cower from the truth. This is my revolution. I refuse to be silen...
