Everyone Is.

Everyone is annoying.

Their sickly, saccharine perfumes are cloying,

Jocks and bimbos prattling about inconsequential things

while boasting about their newest flings.

Oh, what I would give to escape this insufferable cesspit.

Everyone is a liar.

Behind backs they maliciously conspire,

Enemies who masquerade as your friend,

There is nobody on which I can depend

in this writhing, deceitful lair of snakes.

Everyone is pathetic.

Giving up on themselves and succumbing to rhetoric,

Backbones a quivering, limp mess

that break under the slightest bit of stress.

As if you sniveling, simpering fools could associate with me.

Everyone is a fake.

Shunning each other for popularity's sake,

Stepping on classmates seeking to impress,

Trying to climb higher on the ladder of success.

High school is an illusion.