Living a life of striving
Yet not arriving
Always grinding the grindstone
Though it slowly becomes sloped & misaligning
Broken with unfocused
Slicing and dicing wide open
I look foolish trying to use these tools
With fueled emotion
Is it hopeless? knowing what to fix
Is an enormous riddle
Drilling holes into surfaces
Just to return and fill them in
With formative middle, juvenile years
Unfortunately drear
Jeers from teachers & peers
Steer us into fear
Inferiority complex
A minority outcast
Logically nonsense, yet
It's plausible in contrast
To the support that's offered to blossom
Whether or not you fit in
With the prim and proper scholarly
Pompous obnoxious dipsh*ts
Distance from this split philosophy
Seems harder and harder to achieve
It's a mockery in a time
Of "tolerance" and "equality" sheesh.