Submissions by Thy

i][b]They call it a place of teaching.
A place of learning.
A place where one can express himself.
Well I call it the devils playground.
You see, I cant express myself in this place.
Seeing myself as a prisoner in this man-made
systemnatic place.
Holding me down, controlling my mind.
I might aswell be looked up in a prisoncell  -
shipped away to the cold and heartless space.
Wondering when somebody gonna notice the tears
running down my face.
A society of individuality, - is what they call
it.
But when i want to represent myself as me,...