Sickly Repressed

by pippa (follow)

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You have stuffed your curriculum down my 16year old throat
You have shunned me from expressing anything from my own thoughts
You have negatively scorned me for original thought
And for trying to understand this world and its words

You have expected me to switch
At the stroke of the clock
From fiction to facts
And from dictation to acts

I laugh at your efforts
To mould me to you
To make me do
Something I don't want to

I am angry at you
The teachers who threw
Me to the front of the class
You can kiss my arse

I am angry at those
Who tried to stop me talking
Now you can watch me walking
Into a much brighter future

You never saw anything right
You just wanted to fight
And dictate
And spread hate

Because you are the sad soul
Locked in the room
And you think you control
Everything in that tomb

Well thank god for timelessness
And thank god for happiness
We who have felt repressed
Can now shed and forget the rest

I am still angry with the memories
Of hunger and hiding trees
Never to show us how
To make it past another bow

Write till our hands do ache
Answers from all the fake
Leaders you chose for us
And when you made all the fuss

Meaningless
Torcheress
Heart ache
Bleeding fake

Hopeless nights
Horrible fights
Helplessness
Restlessness

Now its all in the past
The classes I went to at last
Maybe I learnt to fold
Break down and hate the mood

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