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

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