I feel like I can't breath.
Air struggles to find its way into my lungs.
My heart clenches painfully in my chest.
My stomach twists and turns making me feel sick.
My head is is a combination of confused, scared and angry.
Stress eats away at my mind.
It isn't right.
Dear school,
No person should feel like this.
Forced to attend the place they hate most every day.
To face the criticism.
The judgement of others.
The fear this place brings.
The anxiety.
School, I only have 6 more months or your torture and then I will be free of you.
I hate you.
Always have and always will.
The torment you have set upon me every day for the last 12 years will come to an end, finally.
It's inhuman, the way people torture children with public speaking and tests that don't test knowledge but memory.
Teaching systems that only work for certain people. If you don't fit the cookie cutter that is the school system you will most likely fail or barely make it out alive.
Going through every day believing you are stupid. Being told you are less then others because you don't fit the factory worker picture.
School you have killed most of my creativity and taken my self esteem.
My childhood self has been wrecked by you. My laughter dead and my depression strong.
I hope you die and stay dead forever.
Sincerely,
Sarah.
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