The Lament of a High School Senior

Books and binder go into my backpack.

I must wake up early for the day to come.

8:30 AM to 3:00 PM I must sit in those desks,

listening to teachers ramble on about the nonsense I must know.

I get ten minutes to get from class to class,

Yet never to look at my phone.

I see the kids that get picked on,

the ones that are ever so popular,

the quiet kids, the burnouts, and then myself.

I try to be friends with everyone in the various cliques,

enemy of none,

yet there is only three I trust completely.

I try to get along with my teachers, without being the pet.

It's my last year of eating those so called "nutritious" lunches,

of having a teacher's butt in my face while they try to help another,

of being judged on everything I do or wear,

of the sports I once loved to play,

of the drama that takes everyone in its grasp,

and of being taught pointless lessons that I will never use again.

Yes, I am ready to graduate,

move on to the next steps of my life and meet new people.

I will miss what I've been used to for so long,

but it is time to be rid of high school.

In the end, it was worth it.

So many memories kept safe in my mind,

I am just glad it wasn't all a waste of my time.

As this chapter ends,

I pray that the next is just as amazing.