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A Classroom Prison
Conversations permeate
Throughout the busy area.
Who the voices are,
What they could be saying...
It's all unknown to me.
Fingers point at another building.
Viewed from a distance,
It looks like a cabin
That often goes unnoticed
By those who can hope.
To those who can't, it looks like a classroom.
They only see one difference.
No one appears to be learning.
Instead, they wait for nothing,
For they have nothing to study.
I could be one of them,