~maybe? ~ Poem by Miki Simmons

What is the point?
Sitting in school, I sometimes wonder?
Why do we learn the things that we learn?
Is it confusing, do they like watching us suffer?
No individual truely knows how to teach.
Can you see it when you look at me, maybe you understand.
You see the same teacher, hear the same things.
But why do they even try?

They tell us all the time, we are the kids of the future.
They looking to us for great things.
But, what do we really want to do that they even ask us?
Do they even care that what they learn may not help us.
I sometimes wonder that?
Maybe?