Teacher
(18+)
Tears roll down her face So much so she could fill up a lake Her hoods up And eyes are down She wants to explode But without making a sound She looks around No one cares She looks back down To all the scars that are there Though she had a doubt Someone's looks and shouts “ Miss teacher Look what she did to her arm Up, down Side to side" She starts to cry even more “Attention whore” Some call out Others just sit around The teacher stares at her and frowns She looks disappointed Even more so now She wonder what’s gonna happen now Instead of taking her out Or asking about The teacher goes back to the board Without making a sound Yet once again All is forgotten about No one cares So what’s there to talk about This is what she learned That this is what I deserve I deserve what’s yet to come And what’s already here Now if you ask me No one should believe Believe that they haven’t fought Because they ought What I believe Is that everyone one is struggling Just trying to hold on But no one’s pulling up They are just stuck Stuck waiting for help But it’s the people The people who are pulling up Helping others get unstuck Yet again those people Are bearing their own weight And each day Others add on Put more and more things Things are their chest That it pushes down their own Suppressing the reality That they are smart enough to get unstuck But that doesn't mean their okay It just means one thing That they can hid it Hid the fact that they have problems Real problems that need to be fixed They are unhinged And the missing puzzle pieces That door, is far out So far down within But yet it’s so thick Moral of all of this Is that any and everyone can be hurting But the teachers just move on Like it’s any other day We kids may be giving you signs Or we may not But if we are, and the next day were gone Don’t just say oops sorry son If you notice somethings wrong Guess what’s not wrong You approaching us Telling us to talk Or simply just giving us a hug Any source of love We will hold on It may not seem like a lot But the little things matter More than one could encounter Now in a week This whole speech won’t matter Because if you ask anyone in 5th grader or higher They’ll just say their fine And teachers will overlook the fact The fact that they just lied straight to your face Here’s the sad part You believed it She may have been in 6th grade or any other But now she’s 6 feet under
Tears roll down her face So much so she could fill up a lake Her hoods up And eyes are down She wants to explode But without making a sound She looks around No one cares She looks back down To all the scars that are there Though she had a doubt Someone's looks and shouts “ Miss teacher Look what she did to her arm Up, down Side to side" She starts to cry even more “Attention whore” Some call out Others just sit around The teacher stares at her and frowns She looks disappointed Even more so now She wonder what’s gonna happen now Instead of taking her out Or asking about The teacher goes back to the board Without making a sound Yet once again All is forgotten about No one cares So what’s there to talk about This is what she learned That this is what I deserve I deserve what’s yet to come And what’s already here Now if you ask me No one should believe Believe that they haven’t fought Because they ought What I believe Is that everyone one is struggling Just trying to hold on But no one’s pulling up They are just stuck Stuck waiting for help But it’s the people The people who are pulling up Helping others get unstuck Yet again those people Are bearing their own weight And each day Others add on Put more and more things Things are their chest That it pushes down their own Suppressing the reality That they are smart enough to get unstuck But that doesn't mean their okay It just means one thing That they can hid it Hid the fact that they have problems Real problems that need to be fixed They are unhinged And the missing puzzle pieces That door, is far out So far down within But yet it’s so thick Moral of all of this Is that any and everyone can be hurting But the teachers just move on Like it’s any other day We kids may be giving you signs Or we may not But if we are, and the next day were gone Don’t just say oops sorry son If you notice somethings wrong Guess what’s not wrong You approaching us Telling us to talk Or simply just giving us a hug Any source of love We will hold on It may not seem like a lot But the little things matter More than one could encounter Now in a week This whole speech won’t matter Because if you ask anyone in 5th grader or higher They’ll just say their fine And teachers will overlook the fact The fact that they just lied straight to your face Here’s the sad part You believed it She may have been in 6th grade or any other But now she’s 6 feet under
2021-08-07 02:37:32
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