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High school,

It’s been a few years now,

But I feel the need to write this down,

A lot of you don’t know,

But my high school years were tough for me,

I was up at 5:30am every morning,

So my mom could get me to school at 7:30am,

Then mom was off to work,

Have a good day she says with a hug,

And I was at school for about an hour before it started,

I would wheel into the doors of my school,

And think to myself,

Is it going to be a good day?

What are people going to say or do today?

I have to say I was scared to wheel into that school everyday,

There were a lot of days where it seemed like I was all alone,

But then there were days that were so special to me,

I miss all my friends so much,

We all went here and there,

And I don’t see or talk to them much anymore,

Sometimes I think to myself,

Did I make a differents in my high school years?

Or,

Was I just someone that came into my high school doors on wheels?

I don’t know if I will ever know,

Some days I stayed after school to work on school work,

Or,

Maybe I had a ball game or two that I helped out with,

That is something that I loved so much,

If none of that was happening,

I was waiting for mom until she got off work,

At 4 or sometimes 5pm,

Then we made are way home for the night,

And we did it all over once more the next day,

Yes it was tough,

But I can say,

I miss it now,

But for now,

These were my high school years.

2007

misty yanish