school and life
i know people never use tumblr to actually write things. But at the moment that is what i feel i need to do so don't mind me and my little poem.
day after day,
year after year,
they cram name after name
into our heads.
They shove us into tightly fitted desk,
stuffed in vibrantly light jailhouses,
and they yell
"Whats the answer!?"
i dont know.
"Not good enough!" they respond.
But what is the answer?
According to who?










