Am I a Number?

They're lying

They say we’re not a statistic,

But their actions prove them wrong.

We’re numbers on a paper,

And we’ve all sung this song.

They want us to be special,

To stand out among the crowd,

But how is that realistic

When everyone’s so fantastic?

They want us all well-rounded,

Renaissance men in the making

To be impossibly amazing.

But don’t they understand that

Year after year after year,

The imaginary bar rises,

And those poor souls in the next class

Must take more, do more, be more.

Am I still human?

Or did this game morph me?

Into a slender number

That is easier to pick

From that magician’s hat?

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