Words of the Broken and the Lover

(-) School

Finished on: April 27, 2018

A collaboration with gelosthetic

I woke up with the sun smiling brightly,
Yey! Another school day!
I'm excited! I hop and sway; while walking to school.
My friends greeted me as I make my way to the classroom.

The class starts and as the lesson goes, teacher says we're smart,
Teacher says we've done a great job,
Teacher says that our dreams will come true,
That achieving our dreams will be as clear as the ocean water's blue.

Oh lectures on the board be written,
Oh values be spoken to us, our ears do listen,
Shaping our minds, turning it from bronze to gold,
Refreshing it is, as if our minds came out new from old.

Oh the love coming from a teacher,
Be it phenomenal, dreams nothing more for her students' futures to be better,
Even though sad she'll be because those students will soon graduate and leave her after,
As if all the moments, all those times, be it of no matter.

But then, the weight has made its arrival,
How come the teacher’s words seemed to be a batter?
Like every word that comes out from my mouth isn’t the correct answer but just a jabber.
Now I am doubtful of my own knowledge and starts to hesitate and stutter.

Be it called a warzone, as if each and every aspect of learning became your rival,
Part of that warzone is the quiz,
Where your brain begins to twist,
As if all the items given to your paper is an unfathomable mist,

Even if you try so hard to understand; It will still end up in a flat, a blank and a brain freeze.
Added to that are difficult tests, be it as mentally detrimental,
And at times, a part of the burden are students too that seek nothing else but their teacher's approval.
How come the things I do now never comes in satisfactory nor in neutral but in refusal.

How come that I just became a product of laughter.
When I gave all my best effort and hard work;
I still failed and gained the title as an attention grabber who just blabbers.
A scatter brain and empty-headed: those words that cause me to stumble upon a disaster.

How come society have molded us into this;
Locked in a box and controlled.
They had put a blindfold so we wouldn’t see our own gold.
Our wings are not allowed to be extended or to be unfold.

Stepping forward yet takes no blindfold,
Be it equipped, knowledge that is worth more than gold,
Scars, struggle, pain and tears were there before potentials took mold,
Before potentials became a real success for us to hold.

Take charge of what comes abound,
Be it farther than the difficulties we've ever found,
Yet things still comes that will throw us off our ground.
Wisdom and knowledge had been acquired for years

Yet still a shed of a thousand tears are needed to achieve before we achieve something that would keep us living safe and sound.