High School

Drain me from all individuality and creativity. Make me a worker. Make me a machine.

High School:

Senseless delirium

Caused by my own incompetence

Makes me feel useless

As a fish, I can't climb trees

Trying to find my own way

I'm going insane.

They tell me this

They tell me that

Make the stupid feel smart

Make the smart feel stupid

Make the workers work

Let the creators rot

It's the soul of high school

It never ends

Long after you leave those hallways

The control will follow you 

It's the soul of high school

Meant to assimilate

Field of testings

For the next worlds

Author's Note

This is written rom the perspective of a 16 year-old kid in high school. I don't know better.