Sick Poem by Bron Dayvid

I have a disease its called living life
There’s so much pain so much drama and nothing you can do to make it right
I’m sick I’m sick of school and I’m not speaking out of ignorance
I want to learn I want to expand my intelligence
It’s just the format in which were forced to makes me not see the relevance
I’m not sure if that made any sense…but …well we all know that knowledge is power
But they cram it in our brains in only 6 hours
Now let’s do the math that’s 6 hours 6 courses so that’s 6 different tests
And teachers hand them out with a smile like here do your best
Yes yea ok sure I’m suppose to cram for this test and 5 more
What? And it’s not like I’m complaining but that’s a little obnoxious
When a teacher act like that’s my only class when I got six
Man I’m so sick and it’s not just school
I’m sick of people pretending to be something they not tryna be cool
You weren’t born to be like them you were born to be you
but you forget who you are so you don’t have to be you
So when someone says your name you turn around like who?
Yea you, you know who you are
Tried to run away from yourself but couldn’t get far
And now you all out of breathe and need c.p.r.
Because you couldn’t take the pressure of being who you are
Speaking of pressure I’m sick of being judged
So what if I don’t meet your standards or live up to your expectations
You look at me and say we have nothing in common but we all have expirations
We are all dying or ageing however you wanna say it
Whether you think the glass is half full or half empty the liquid is still fading
And I’m sick of writing poetry but I can’t stop myself
Because writing this poetry is the only thing that helps