The halls are crowded with people yelling <br />Teachers falling over their bags fulled with useless infomation <br />you would think that it is better than home <br />but you would rather sit in your domain <br />watching buffy and eating gummy worms <br /> <br />Over to your right are the jocks flirting with the geeks <br />and to your left are the rejects asking out the Plastics <br />has my world left me in its confusing path <br />Finally the annoying bell rings <br />calling us like animals <br />which we are no doubt <br /> <br />A couple hours later lunch comes <br />and your fear comes true <br />there is no where to sit <br />but the wet grass <br />with ants biting at your skin <br />you'd wish the day would end <br />but your remember that this day <br />will just repeat it self <br />so you sit down on the grass <br />thinking: This is High School? ? ? ?<br /><br />Sydne Morris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/high-school-6/
