All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
I want to wake up like its elementary
I want to wake up, get dressed, get in the car, and head to school
I want to remember what it was like wanting to go to school
I want to feel that joy again of seeing my teachers and wanting to learn
I want to not have to worry about what might happen that day
I miss it
Tie my shoes and go downstairs for cereal
I remember the good times
The homework was easy, so was the work
I liked it
A couple of years later
It happened
The stress,
The agony began
My happiness for school slowly died off
My happiness died like animals, slowly but surely
Bomb threats, shootings, mental problems
School isn't what it used to be
It’s unenjoyable, hurtful
I can only take so much
Til I break
I try to make the most of it but they make it so hard
I'm like an iceberg with too many penguins jumping on me for safety as orcas swim around
There’s too much weight on my shoulders at once
I’m waiting patiently for when I sink and people finally care
They always tell me “you’re fine” even when you’re not
Doctors give you medications to cover your problems up instead of helping to take them away
Medications are our saviors we look to them to fix our problems even though we know they don’t fix anything they just cover it up
Medications are our god we praise to it
We all want it
I’m like a bird stuck in a cage, begging to be set free
To flap my wings and sore through the sky, but I can’t
My wings are clipped, and I have no ability
I can't make it farther, this is the farthest I’m going to get
I fall over and over and over again
Until there's no farther I can go
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.