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High School
High school sometimes feels like a jail
The walls so cold so lonely
The windows so small so pail
The halls so crowded yet so empty
Among the fields of faces I am in solitude
High school
The instrument of a higher education
Crafted so unemotionally
Caged in small classrooms
Made to act so socially
Forced in to literature or computations
The thought of tomorrow being the same so clear
My mind, my only strong-hold against the desolation
But somewhere my it's saying the only way out is death or graduation
that was really good, wat did ur teachers say about it?
lol
You know how paren'ts always ask "How was school?" ... Schools like a drvie by shooting.. who gives a damn how it is.. Im lucky to get out alive...
I know what you mean about the jail part.. I feel like im enprisoined... I plan on putting this in my locker when school starts again... is that ok?
GRADUATION!!! i can't wait... good poem hun!