School

Depressed Stressed Anxiety from tests But still well dressed We must be the best Although I must confess That my lack of sleep Should be more of an interest Than the books you lay on my desk They tell you there’s nothing to stress Then they tell you they want nothing less Than some four page essay on their doorstep Don’t forget to keep your school rep We’re nothing but dollar signs in their seats Nothing but liars and cheats But wait How can you take a precious child and push them until they’re beat? You ask, That’s exactly it You’re blind to see how we feel such defeat Under your tests Under your feet You’re too blind to see it To see how this is affecting how we thrive How the pressure makes students want to end their lives Over something as small as a test You say you’re a community that builds people up But you were truly the one that made the stirrup