christmas in love

I hate school. I hate what it does to us. Erases out vibrancy, tears off our wings, teaches us to do those things to others and ourselves. I hate the walls painted as dull as minds who will never find joy in learning from the damage they’ve sustained, the walls imprisoning us. I hate the teachers who see and can not care, and the ones who see and do nothing. I hate the masquerade to act as if we haven’t been shattered, the masquerade of things no longer human. But mostly I hate the way every thing they do is meant as a funhouse mirror made of terror, making us believe we are powerless, making us tell ourselves we are nothing more than dust we breathe in and breathe out. I hate the way it trains us to believe we are anything less than infinite. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.