This is very good. It is fraught, like adolescence in general, with ambiguity, lack of definition, and of course, heaps of anxiety. Its perfectly teenage: things are all knee-jerk, screaming bloody murder, but honest about personal faults.

The images are good. Cold walls and unseen machines. This machine part is reminiscent of Ken Kesey's One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, in which "the system" is described as a machine behind the walls. In your case I think of this as an allusion to "no child left behind."

I like the patent dismissal of school as rewriting theories of the dead. It so teenager.

Nice!

What a depressing way to view our already depressing hellhole.

Completely understandable.

Love it!

I like this one. Your imagery is really good, especially the part where you wrote "With its leaden tip/ Which digs into our skin". And the topic is pretty unusual as well. I rarely read poems about school, so this one was rather interesting. xP =)

Revolt - school kills the soul sooner of later. Some people can get it back afterward, and others just become the drones of society. Keep up the good work.

Much love,Juliet.