So they tell me I’m an honor student

But what does that mean?

Does it mean that trapped in a dark cement box

for seven hours five days a week for thirteen years of what supposed to be my freest years

forced to listen and obey the person in charge?

I am not a prisoner.

Does it mean that I am expected to know the answer to every question I am asked

and plough through books and problems without breaking a sweat

having people depend on me to rain my knowledge on them?

I am not a computer.

Does it mean that I am constantly being tested and compared to others

having people observe and gather data around my actions and intelligent

being constantly sang a song of expectations that I have to meet?

I am not an experiment.

Does it mean that I am never allowed to show the pain and fear that I face everyday

stuck with my feet glued to the floor and my back attached to the desk until I am given a task

never allowed to show any signs of weakness or resistence?

I am not a robot.

So they tell me I am an honor student

but where’s the honor in that?