My School
My school
A disastrous place indeed
Where the kindest are hated
Where the monsters are loved
You have to be perfect
Perfect body
Perfect face
Perfect hair
Screw it
Who wants a world of the same people
Where one man is the same as the other
Where one woman is the same as the other
Where you are the same as your brother
Where your the same as your sister
Stop a second
Breathe in
Take a second to see the real you
A science geek ok
A maths genius it's fine
We were made to be different
It's fine
We don't want a world of clones
Where we all have the same bones
Where you are no significant to someone else
Where you are not you
You are them
They are you
My school
A school of fakes
A school of phoneys
A school where you have to be perfect
Where your nothing
I don't believe your the Same as another
Your all different in your own way
Take passion in yourself
Or you will be like
My school
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