In the vestibules where silhouettes creep,  
There prevails an enigma entombed deep.  
Where cachinnation echoes,  
yet for my heart weep, 
 
Beneath the facade of astuteness’s entity,  
An aphotic dynamism commences to present itself steadily.  
Teachers' confabulations like bitter bullying,  
leaving scars where they demand. 
 
In schooling educated not just in composition,  
There prowls a cruel mission.  
Each glimpse, each conversation,  
like stinging looks,  
Leaving trauma that a principal mistook. 
 
For such imparters exert their words without anguish~  
ignoring my complaints,  
Their harshness contorted,  
taking advancement,  
Leaving me with little recourse.