We sit and listen
we sit and learn
we are directed and instructed
we go and we come
we sit and we stand
we walk and stop
But where are we after class?
We're in the corners
hiding from light
wishing for the night
we are simple mourners
crying over our dead lives
crying over nothing once again
We sit and listen
we sit and stare
they sit and laugh
they sit and point
what did we do
nothing
we did nothing once again
We sit and cry
we sit and laugh
whats so funny they ask
imagine them
lying there in blood
why can't you ever listen
screams the witch
the witch who allows our pain.
We sit and learn
learning absolutely nothing once again
where are we after class?
we're walking the halls
our shoes sliding on the floor
the bell rings
and we have to go back
back into the pit of hell
We sit we listen
we sit and watch
she stands and stares
always standing and staring
who is she
she is the witch
making sure we feel pain
letting the others laugh and hurt us
There goes the bell again...
we walk and walk
avoiding the light
avoiding the people
avoiding the life
There they go off to class
to terrorize more of us
who are we?
we are the victims
the victims of the class.
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PoetryMy mind is like a poisoned apple. From a simple glance, everything seems fine. But once you taste it, it becomes a whole different story. . . . Highest Ranking: [#66 in Poetry]
