An Original Poem By: Scarlet C
Oh
high school, oh high school
What have you done to me?
Claimed
that you’ve prepared me but only caused me misery.
You’ve
left me broken and swearing through all of four years,
My
only therapeutic being my daily morning tears.
Clicks
swarm the halls reciting their ignorant gossip.
Harsh,
juvenile minds form sticky and thick like syrup.
Every
single day is some sort of hassles
all for a tassel
Luckily
for me, this is my last year,
But
next year is college,
Even
more knowledge
But
at least I’ll gain a career.
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