Huh. Who knew school could inspire so many poems?

Learning

Long boring painful hours

Trapped in my lonely mind

Listening to what's important in life

But doesn't seem to be

And I wonder

If it will always be like this

Listening listening

To what's not important

But is

Your life and worth

Is measured

By how well you listen

And how long you stare

Not by love

Or how much you care

Or how much you see

Or truly learn

Not by the number of loyal friends

And laughter

Or the things that really matter

If you are not good

At what is deemed proper

Then you are good at nothing

In society's eyes.