Glass walls, sharp edges, reflecting my fear, A thousand eyes stare back, hollow and clear. Chalk dust drifts like ghostly breaths in the air, Words spill from lips, too heavy to bear.
A blackboard’s stare, dark and unblinking, Holds secrets I’m too scared to be thinking. Lessons etched in ink and blood— A hive of silence where hope is misunderstood.
The clock ticks—slow, relentless, cold— Time drips like venom, stories untold. Hands rise like ghosts from the grave, Questions swallowed in a classroom cave.
I drown in textbooks, in formulas, in fear, Each fact a shackle, each lesson a tear. Education’s promise—a shining key— But sometimes it feels like a cage for me.
In this mirror, I see my reflection— A student lost in silent correction, Yearning to break free, to scream, to ignite— To find my voice in the endless night.
