[Vent- written by Dakotah]

I just started to think about this, so here it is.
My emotions all written down.

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When the "good" student... begins to fail behind.

How could much a smart student suddenly have failing grades?...

"Why did you stop working!?!? Do you even care!?!?"

...

The adult spat.
While I just stare off into nothing.
As I think of all the things I wish I could say.

"Do you even care about me!?"
I shout out with tears running down.

"I stopped caring about grades when I was judge solely on a number... and not of my own being."
I speak from my fragile heart.

"I stopped caring about you, when you never showed me love. Not even respect."
I cry out as my body turns cold.

"I didn't give up. I stood up! Because I was tired of being pushed around, prodded, shoved into a cold building, forced to do meaningless tests...
All for what!?!? Huh!?
For a damn number!!??"
I scream, letting my soul preach the words that should've been spoken, so long ago.

"Is that all I am to you? A number?...
I may be 1 out of 8 billion people... but I thought you were my family... guess I was wrong."
I question, yet know the answer.

"I didn't stop caring... for I finally care for myself!
I stopped the pressure- and I found my happiness."
I say with my voice loud and proud, for I am finally happy and free.

• • •

"Maybe one day you'll listen to your children, instead of forcing them to obey your age."
- Dakotah.

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This was written for all those innocent kids, who tried so hard to be good. Yet they were told it would never be enough. Told that this number means more than their feelings.
Conditioned to think they are meaningless if they don't work hard enough.

Now I'm here to tell you- those people lied.
You are worth it.
You are merely a human.
You are as good as you can be.
You gave it your all.
I am proud of You.

Please never forget that.
Live your life to the fullest, the way you want.

That's when you'll truly be free.

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