This school, beautiful on the outside, the work on the inside was amazing, the people, formal and obedient.
Locked away in a blank room is a student, filled with anger.
a padded room for smaller children, if they break down or get mad
everyday another gets yelled at, something that isn't there, isn't there.
A blank school for them.
Outsiders, they ask, "What could be so bad?"
"Many things, believe me"
But they don't, sadly.....
There is no hope for them, nor for us.
In the school of broken shells, I suffer, from pain and doubt