Business Management II

How long will creativity sustain me?
how long before I crack?
will I see this hour of horror through?
or die
sitting here in the back.
 

My caricatures leap out to haunt me,
reflect my crazed mind.
They lose all form, all shape, all substance,
two-dimensional beings
slicing through my mind.
 

Knowing my imagination is stunted,
my prose laugh in my face.
I fall short, my thoughts withdraw.
I am doomed
to boredom, failure, disgrace.

 

 

[A continuation of the same theme of depression within an educational system where creativity and the free flow of thought is stifled. Where a child is forced to follow the principles of the system or be an outcast; forced to fail despite there being no fault on his part.]

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