Another pawn

She was just a normal girl,
did her homework, went to school,
Followed her orders like a good little girl;
teachers said that she was no fool.
She had never argued,
never complained,
no one could see her secret pains.

"Do as you're told, do as you're told,
be societies slave, until you are old,
Your life is worthless; you're just another pawn,
sold to slavery, from the day you were born."

Never tasted the fresh spring air,
never felt the warming sun,
just sat inside in lessons,
till all her work was done.
"Grade A student" the teachers all said,
never knew the horrors that lay in her head.

Invisible to all she would get on with her life,
full of orders, of stress, of terrible strife.
"You will go far, you will go far,
do as you're told and you will go far,
"you want to do well dont you? youre the best, our star
In return you must bear this terrible scar."

She would hide in her room; write in her diary,
she would write about her dreams,
so much energy, so fiery.
Teachers are the water that starve her brightly lit fire,
take away her passions, her dreams, her desires.

And she suddenly became weary,
abnormally tired, fed up of those posers,
of those trusted liars.
Her parents took her to the mountains,
but she was weary and worn, now free from her oppression,
they found her next dawn….