School

How I feel about school. How school makes me feel

The plastic I sit upon is cold and hard
The book I stare down at is in another language
The pencil I hold won't write the answers
The window I look out is the way to freedom
The teachers I have know I don't have a future
The years I've spent here are a waste
The only way out is forward
Then what?

Reviews

[LightforChrist]

This is such a beautiful poem! You have perfectly described how it feels to be a student trapped in the prison like world of school. Great job and keep writing! :)