Shards of glass piercing your face,
as you attempt to comprehend the clear message it brings.
"I don't understand anything. My classmates keep telling me, but
Teacher, can you please tell me why?"

"Yes Darling, sweetie Anabella, Teacher loves you.
When you add one plus one, you get two.
When I give you an apple and you slice it into two,
there is one for you as well as one for me.
But the thing is, Anabella, are you willing to share it with me?"

"But teacher, I don't understand.
Why do I have to give you my apple?
I don't like apples."

"Anabella, apples are the only food that I'll give you.
You take it or leave it."

"CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHY? CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME.
BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND."
Shards of glass piercing my face,
as I break down in agony.

I love lit, how ironic.
I love how we can analyze every subject and come up with such different interpretations.
Perhaps the message is clear.