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high school
by Beth K Hannahhallways filled with anti hate
Filled with confusion
Half bred thoughts
Twisting to form some half assed
Imitation of themselves.
Oh to see the glitter
The punk
The never dying Madonnas
Who STILL think Jesus loves them
Tyler disagrees
I try not to giggle
It hits me again at lunch
As the prom queen laments
Her lack of sanity bemuses me
Oh the horror of breaking a nail!
Sometimes all I get to
Is this locker
This gray hermit
And I feel the insults
The hatred
And the circle dies
If I was to run
See a glimpse of some utopia
Some unfounded glory
Some perchance accident
Untouched by humanity and faith
I would leave it all
03/29/2003 Author's Note: I really dislike high school and it's materialism. It limits me so much. If these are suppose to be the best 4 years of my life, I am doomed.
Posted on 03/30/2003
Copyright © 2024 Beth K Hannah
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cymbre Dolphay on 03/30/03 at 09:24 PM Do you realize that it would take the better part of our class working together to form a half way intelegent thought? |
| Posted by Rommel Cruz on 05/11/03 at 05:45 AM hmm. well we had uniforms on my high school so i didnt have to deal with so much materialism. plus my classmates were real nice. =) |
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