It’s the morning of the first day
Going to school just to blend in
Wishing for it all to be over
The day arrives that you realize
Being wanted
Needing to be popular
Hiding your true abilities
You could be an amazing scholar
Take a deep breath
One step towards the future
One step towards the end
You're counting down the days
Rehearsing the lines you're going to say
If someone asks you a question
Before class even goes into session
You are just hoping no one notices
Anything that can be used to cause torment
Your imperfections
Your flaws
No one told you about your classmates
Nobody warned you about what was in store
They never told you it was gonna be so cruel
Always people trying to win the score
Beating you in everything imaginable
Will it ever get better?
Band-aids don’t fix inner wounds
You have the guilt of lies and cheats forever
You want to hurt the people who hurt you
But that won’t do you any good
Better to let them be who they choose
You can try to be as nice as possible
They may not change though
Is this what prison looks like?
Because I’m tired of it
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