Introduction:
In today's fast-paced world, academic success has become a benchmark for a child’s worth. Parents, teachers, and society often equate marks with value—without realizing the silent emotional burden they place on young shoulders. This poem, "Stuffing Stars in Skulls," is a raw, poetic reflection on how the pressure to achieve 100% results can crush dreams, damage mental health, and quietly bleed the spirit of a child.
Whether you’re a parent, an educator, or someone who’s lived through the weight of unrealistic expectations—this poem speaks to you. Read slowly. Reflect deeply.
They say, “Bring home the marks; don’t bring shame.”
As if dreams are trophies in a numbers game.
They chase results with blinded pride.
While a quiet soul breaks down inside.
They stuff stars in skulls, bright and cold.
Crushing soft hearts that dare to be bold.
Forget the tears, ignore the screams,
Sacrifice life for someone else's dreams.
They call it love, this pressure dressed.
But it’s a curse—disguised, repressed.
For every perfect score they plead,
A little more of the child will bleed.
So stop this race, unlearn your greed—
The soul is not a paper you read.
Let children breathe, not bleed to succeed…
For stars are dead when the heart’s not freed.
Absolutely true.
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