Remember when we used to pass notes in class as if what ever shenanigans couldn't wait? Those are the times that I miss when we all wanted to be connected at times
A quick toss of a folded up piece of paper across the room
I hope the teacher didn't see
But now theres no more challenge once phones hit the schools it's just another way for the future to break the rules

Weaponized in the face of hopelessness
No better than rolling the dice
Not an excuse when you don't know the answer
Something we give when we dont have the heart to crush the ones we love
A placebo, not a drug
We still hope it works and take it anyway

The art of being curved has gotten out of control
As disruptive and as frustrating as it can be
I have found solace in the time of curvature
If you've ever made plans with a friend
Which we all have so I hope you can relate
That even with everything on our plates
We make time for those who matter
But when it comes time to situate
Math could never prepare you for being curved
I'm not sure you've heard so let me set it straight
That person agreed to make plans with you
But when it comes a time, that which you have set aside
The other person has backed out last minute
I know we've all been curved or once took the mound
But it doesn't mean I like the sound
Of my days and time wasted, I'm not a fan
But my solace is bitter but not wasted
The ink and words my pages have tasted
Just becomes something else to write about

Oh how I want to shine so bright
I've never been the one in the spotlight
Honestly, I don't think that's a place to be
A lot of people only see me as me

No one double takes but sighs saying they've seen it before
like we're all just humans and nothing more
Waiting to have the light shed on them just like a star
Just not for the things they've accomplished so far

No one cares about the things that we undergo that how it goes
But now they listen when we are fake and got on all these fancy clothes

Always on the come up, never have time to come down
One day I swear I'll leave this town and that's the truth
To be honest I only stayed for the youth

I wanted to make sure their dreams were bigger than mine
Fighting this creative suppression one child at a time
Kids have no say in almost anything and that should be a crime

I've seen quite a few young stars that never got their turn
While teachers watched and let them burn

I want to bring the fire, and it won't be ignored
I'm living proof that my pen has always been mightier than my sword

I've wielded both in many different ways
and not once did I ever expect some praise

All I've ever wanted was a little attention did I mention
During my childhood years, I've faced more than one detention
Hell, even a suspension or two I'm not saying I'm proud

I was quite loud but not obnoxious never had good grades
I'm not boasting, but just asking you if you want to see the stars
You're going to have to take off those darkened shades

How is it possible to suffocate with all this space
Practicing yelling until I'm blue in the face
Just to see what it's like to hear myself now hear me out
Every now and then we need a good shout
This goes out to the ones that bottle everything up
Small things bubble, soon that cork will pop
I need to learn to let it out, take it from me it's not a crime
I've had too much space and time

Throughout the years I've burned a few bridges
I never intended to go back
But more importantly
I didn't want them to follow