Rose Coloured Glasses

Rose Coloured Glass touches on how students may feel with the self-designated stress of academic validation.

Since we first learned to walk,

We have been taught about magic and fun.

Just when we had begun to talk

We learned how to play in the sun.

But as you grow up

That freeing feeling only comes from an A+

And those pedestal grades.

If you get anything less than perfect

You see no end in sight,

Aside from the doom of how to be polite

While a boy doesn’t know the definition of personal space

But boys will be boys

It just means that they like you

And I realize then;

This is our world.

Where teenagers starve themselves to blend into society like a dull bookshelf

If I speak up about these things

I become the nag

Who is seen in the grade as a drag

Even though I just call it like it is

Because I have long ago abandoned those glasses everyone wears like clothes

Those glasses that teach you the yes’ and no’s.

How they tell you what is right

And what to do in the night

I say live your goddamn life

Because no one makes it out alive!

So while you can,

Try to make yourself thrive

Who cares if you get a B

Because that one night you skipped studying

You were out on a bike ride with your friends

Feeling as though life had no ends.

So take off those glasses and think about what is more important than social status

Because those people can call me any name they want

If I am living my best life

Doing what I want,

Even if that is doing nothing at all on a Friday night

Except watching a chick flick with my dog cause it just feels right.

Just try to bring back that magic you were taught when you could barely walk

Because if you can do it when you are 5 years old;

Think about what the future could hold.