I hate school...

The smiles, plastered,
yet falling off with each and every day
just like walls.
The bare fashionable
and the dead and awake who
stray away from that line.
This and that of who you are
But nothing of who I am.
Whispers behind your back
of what you wear and what you don't.
Childish ganes of hide n' seek
with twists and turns involved.
Locked with each cage
as the words continue to laugh
Everyone looks at you,
at me,
judging from the outside
you look in. Trying to solve
that simple problem of pi.
The school is dead, but
not awake.
It's falling off again
like the walls, like the plastered walls.