An old piece written with bitterness fueled by a freshman’s disappointment.

High School

 

Memories are haunting,

Happiness is fleeting,

Forgetfulness is frowned upon

Life sees it as cheating

 

The world wasn’t how I expected

I expected a perfect place

But as I learned quickly growing up

That just wasn’t the case

 

The teachers unforgettable

But the students relentless

The work may be deadly

But the rumors are a menace

 

A soul a day

7 lives in a week

The stat may not be right

But the future looks bleak

 

The day’s as grey as a hoodie

I feel as blue as jeans

Everyday feels as rough as leather boots

No one to make it better with these teens

 

Popular Brittany

Quarterback Harry

‘Emo’ Tyler

And Crazy Jerry

 

These labels are annoying

Makes this place feel sub-below

And if you call a teacher on them

Then oh boy, we’re in for a show!

 

They’re lying, they’re lying

Oh why high school,

So wonderful on the outside

Now, I just feel like a fool.

 

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