The truth

The truth

A Poem by Dark Rose

I sit behind a desk. I learn nothing at all. They teach us to past a test. Barely at that. There are teachers that hate kids. they forget there are other classes. they done teach. they give us packets or send us online. we ether sink or swim. they say we are smart but they treat us like we are stupid. we start to believe it school kids hide away. Bullies make it all worse. Those jokes are not funny at all. they cause us to feel worthless. yet the teachers say it is just words. you wonder what happen to the smiling face you don't see the cuts on her arms. To the dramatic drop of weight on him. the silent tears running down both of there faces. teachers just don't care they are paid to give us grades they don't care about students. it is sad they see it. the girl is debating suicide. they feel so alone. they don't see the others are there. that is the way bullies work. then the teachers pair us with other kids. we get picked on and our grades drop. the teacher just don't see it. they never do. don't you see this generation is dropping like flies. there is another generation coming. there sons and there daughters. they will look and hold them while they cry this generation will understand. so fight to change it for your future son and daughter.

© 2014 Dark Rose


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Added on December 10, 2014
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Dark Rose
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