High School Hell
My high school was a cesspool of adolecent hell
A good day there was as rare as a wish coming true in a wishing well
If you went there, you would be appalled
They didn't even have doors on the restroom stalls
It's because the kids were constantly smoking in the restrooms
You would get second hand smoke all over you
There are so many stories I can tell
About my experience in High School Hell
Fights would break out each and every day
My high school was the birthplace of the MMA
It wasn't just the guys, the girls were fighting too
The kids often went home from school black and blue
A nasty fight breaks out during class
The school slogan was I'm going to kick your ass
There are so many stories I can tell
About my experience in High School Hell
The girls were only nice, if they wanted something from you
I often went home from school feeling used
Then you would hear them making fun of you
The girls would always find a way to turn on you
They once liked rock and roll and then it changed to rap
Am I the only person who thought that was total crap?
There are so many stories I can tell
About my experiene in High School Hell
In the lunchroom, the kids loved to make you a fool
Before you sat down, they would kick your chair right out from under you
It always seemed that another kid was ready to bully you
When it wasn't an upperclassman, it was a kid a grade under you
A nasty upperclassman always pushing and shoving you
An overgrown underclassman making life miserable for you too
There are so many stories I can tell
About my experience in High School Hell
From Rhymes With A Reason
Copyright 2018 Resisting Distress Publishing
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Paul Ryerson
I am a writer who writes poetry & plays. I have also written a short film & I created an animated series on You Tube. Included on Power Poetry are seventy poems from my five poetry collections, Rhymes With A Reason, Too Much Unwanted Noise, Broken and Burned Bridges, Dying On The Inside and Fool’s Gold and Fool’s Paradise
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Deeply personal high school experiences; minimal abstraction or philosophy.
Multiple distinct ideas per section: bullying, fights, social exclusion, peer betrayal.
Overwhelmingly negative: hellish, appalled, useless, bullied, miserable throughout.
Aggressive language: fights, kicking, shoving, bullying; urgent repetition drives intensity.
Approximately 40+ lines; falls in 31-60 range.
Some similes and metaphor ('High School Hell') but largely declarative complaints.
Pure lyric first-person voice reflecting on personal suffering; no dramatic personas.
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