A Prison

I entered hell last year,

I didn't know I was walking into it,

Until I walked into a pile of papers that were due in the next hour flying around my desk causing paper cuts in my brain.

Until I had to sit down at my desk for 6 hours 5 days a week,

Sitting down in the cheap, plastic chairs that make your back tweak.

Always trapped inside a room with someone teaching you an area of a triangle,

But I can't wrap my brain around how that's important.

I can only think about jumping out of the classroom window and enjoy the beautiful weather that mother nature has given me.

Sad that I can't jump out that window,

I can't embrace the sun blaring on my face.

I have to stay in this room and stare at a laptop until my eyes are too zoned in to blink.

Even the laptop is tired as I keep pressing her buttons to type and type,

I hear my laptop trying to talk to me.

Telling me she can't type anymore as she makes that sound sounding like she is about to explode.

I tell her that I feel guilty and that I’m tired too,

But I need to get my work done,

I can’t fail.

It's my job to do my work in order to get out of the prison I am trapped in.

But what's the point?

I work like my life depends on it for it to be graded on someone else's opinion.

They asked questions that only one out of a million can answer.

They can’t see the equations tap dancing in my brain as I try and figure out what a midpoint of a pentagon is.

They cant see me ransacking files in my mind like how a teenage girl would to her dresser

Meanwhile I have to do that and try to find that one file that holds the information of all the president's full names but they all just sound the same.

My brain stresses and shakes as I yell at it wondering why the information the teacher tells me goes through one ear and out the other.

All I see is equations on the board stacking up on each other,

I wonder why I can't remember what I need to,

And all I can remember is where I am ranked.

I know that where I am ranked throughout my class doesn't define how smart I am,

But when everyone else in this hell thinks that it matters then it's hard to get that out of your head.

The first walk of hell lasts for around 9 months until you finally get a break from it.

It's like god wants you to get a break but on your way up you slip back down,

It's like a never ending cycle,

School is a never ending cycle.