Burn

Equations go up in flames
My eyes are on fire
As the scene reflects on the
Convex glass I always pretended
I didn't need.

It purifies and burns away
Everytime I was hated.
Sitting in the library
Reading Stephen King even
though the red stickers forbid
me to imagine a better life.

For the times I tried to get away
From all the "art" lessons where
My fantasies were not allowed
And my favourite artists were
Condemned, I burn my sketchpad
And break my pencils.

It's all wasted in the dragon
Tongues that spit on the times
RE teachers pretended they were
not preaching the word of salvation.

For the time my favourite works of
Literature were torn apart, I burn
the contents of my bag.

The burning takes my uniform
That I'll never have to wear again.
I have been taught it is alright to
Intimidate and bully, so long as
The shirt is tucked in.

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