It starts off with school.
And then it’s a class room. Then it goes to the people.
And then it starts off with a teacher.
But with a teacher their lives, the lives they sacrifice to teach their children.
And with their children it’s all about their student.
And the students have lives.
They don’t just sit at home playing video games
They don’t go on instagram.
They don’t have snapchat.
They don’t hover boards.
They don’t boyfriends or girlfriends.
‘They don’t not do their homework.
Oh wait. That’s exactly…what.they.do.
But that’s not all the student’s lives.
The students have parents.
And with parents comes problems. And with problems comes anger.
But they don’t care how they deal with it.
The students deal with it.
The students have to listen to their mothers cries.
The students have to clean up the blood on the floor.
The students have to handle the smell of smoke and beer.
The students have to go to all the funerals.
The children fear lives.
They should be happy going to school but they’re not.
The children have to fear staying asleep all night since they might be attacked.
The children have to fear waking up and seeing the belts and paddles, and chains on the floor.
The children fear going to going school from having to see their bullies.
The children fear having to be able to do all their homework without having any dried blood on it.
The fear is all they have.
It’s their control.
It’s their master.
The internal darkness does not ever stop.
The feeling of never belong able to see the light again is all they have.
The fear controls them
They fear directs them
It directs them to the kitchen knives.
It directs them to the rope in the attack.
It directs them to the top of the roof.
It directs them in the pills their father hides in the cabinet.
It’s all fear.
The teachers felt feel and teach it to them.
The parents have fear and pass it on to them.
The children suffer fear and it compels them.
It fear, It’s fear, It’s all fear.
But it starts off at birth.
Around the time the school is made.
Then it goes to the diplomas in teaching, around the time their parents start to drink.
But it never ends. It only ends in one place.
It ends with the students.