Just sitting here
In this classroom
Why am I here?
Why are any of us here?
No one listens
And nobody frankly, cares.
The teachers ramble on
While students just sit there,
Daydreaming
About their houses
Or any other
Comforting place
Where they would rather be.
White walls
Childishly decorated.
Who do they think we are?
We are children who,
Are supposed to act like adults.
Yet we are treated like less than our ages.
They wonder why some act so immature.
Yeah, I wonder.
Maybe it’s because,
Our freedom
Is a joke.
There for a minute
Then gone the next.
But we are still supposed to act older.
How is that logical to you?
You teach us about responsibility,
Yet when we forget.
You get mad
And the process
Starts over again.
We are angry
Because the process isn’t fair.
We are back
Just sitting
In the classroom.
Teachers rambling
Students just wishing they were home,
Or at a comforting place,
Without the white walls that are
Childishly decorated.
Without people who yell when we mess up.
Because this is their fault.
They are the ones
Who forget that we are still,
Just
Children.
