Do they feel the sadness when they enter the class
Or the hopelessness that they unknowingly helped create?
Do they know that the child they keep pushing is doing the same-
They're trying to keep pushing.
Pushing themselves to eat
Because a broken heart can be mended with ice cream
But a broken soul needs time
And so much more than deadlines and expectations
Because they can't remember the adolescence where working 8 to three followed by hours of homework
They can't remember what that does to a person
Let alone a child
But the question remains, do they feel it?
Do they see it?
The glazed over eyes and the pulled down sleeves?
They're one hard night away from doing something permanent,
But every night is a hard night.
So the question stands.
Do they feel it?