By Vidanar Narayana Subagyo (Student of 9H 2025-2026)

They taught you how to sit, but never how to stand.

Taught you how to repeat, but never how to question.

You memorized formulas, but forgot how to feel.

They handed you rules, and called it wisdom.

They silenced your spark, and called it discipline.

They told you that dreaming was a distraction.

To chase numbers that didn’t nourish you.

To keep your art locked, and your voice inside.

Passion became hobbies.

Joy became a luxury.

You feel like a ghost in a hallway.

A body in a seat, a name on a list.

You are in silence and isolation

Wondering if anyone would notice if you vanished.

They tell you exhaustion is laziness, stress is a personal flaw.

You carry futures and expectation on your back.

While pretending your spine isn't breaking.

They told you the sky was earned, not born within.

That it belonged to the polished, the praised.

To those who colored within the lines.

But you were never meant to match the mold.

You were made to shape it.

You questioned quietly, and they called you trouble.

You spoke honestly, and they marked it as rebellion.

But rebellion is just truth, they haven’t learned to accept yet.

Can you feel it ?

The weight of all that isn’t right.

The hunger to rise, the desire to be seen.

Your wings were never broken

just waiting for your moment.

You are not their expectations.

Not a product of the system.

Not a jewel to be seen.

You are fire shaped like a person.

You are a bird flying freely through the sky.

Fly, perfect wings.

Fly, young wings.

Show them who you can be.

Break free through the cage.

Soar through the blue sky.