In these walls they're invincible, yet powerless
Stubborn know-it-alls
Forced to learn
The routine is clockwork
Answering to only the bell
Then their world is disrupted
Is it me?
Teachers are inhuman in their eyes
I'm looked at differently
I look like them
This makes me grin
Though the advice I was given was to never smile
My hair is shaggy
I rock Nikes and a tie
The writing on the board is sloppy
Due to the lack of practice
They see my name
Curious to what the S, stands for
I leave it for their imagination
These young faces
Have no idea how terrified I am in their presence
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