"Killer of My Creativity"
I wish I could be 5 years old again
I am tired of the same old routine
I admit that everything seems so plain
Everyone takes shape of a slow machine
Only able to understand the past
Do the schools enjoy creating robots
Killing the creativity I last
Uninspired motives in everyone's thoughts
Different dreams, no one has the same strengths
But we have to deal with this negligence
The school system has not gone to good lengths
Us students can't find any congruence
There is no choice but to stop my pleading
I will have to keep my grades exceeding
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Sadness Hotel | Uncompleted
PuisiEnjoy your stay! note: not all these entries are about myself, some are written in the perspective of someone else.
