3 years robbed

I don’t even know what you look like

Since the moment you told me

“Turn on your mic,”

I knew I would learn nothing and now

Three years later I’m stuck

In math class

Wondering what the f***

I could have done right

Am I a slow learner?

Or did I miss something?

I think it’s neither

I think I was robbed

Three years that should have been

High school

Turned out as a mean

few years that I’ll never get back

Inside my head I’m still me from grade nine

I’m frustrated because

I’m no longer fourteen, naive and fine

I’m seventeen now and

Trying to move on

But I can’t because I

Keep getting these math questions wrong

I wish I could be fourteen again

So I don’t have to fail

So I can learn properly this time

So I can go outside and inhale

In air that wasn’t poison

I want to learn like before

And I want to love to learn

But you broke down that door

Of wonder long ago

The air is fresh again

But my mind is still there

In the past, in the pain

My life isn’t over

But it will never, ever be the same