'Shine your shoes,'
'Tuck in you shirt,'
are only a few of the orders we are given.
we are treated like soldiers on the parade ground.
everyday a new rule added to the mammoth list.
what next? will we have to hold hands between class?
our life's consumed by the affair that is school.
with everyday the same.
we should be out learning things about the world,
about different cultures,
and living our dreams,
not learning what 'X+Y equals.'
More work than we can handle.
dressed in sad biscuit attire,
and black, somber footwear
forced to shave our heads,
no sense of individuality,
on the inside of the dark, Gothic gates.
our best days are slowly waving good buy to us,
as we spend yet another day within the Gothic gates.
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