Middle School Hallways
We were walking through the halls
us, the people who didn't fool around and fall
us, the kids who looked out for one another
so we could be there when one got into a brawl
people say, "it's just the normal school life, just get used to the groups and such"
i didn't care about what i had or what i wore
i cared about the air i was breathing
the time i was spending,
thinking
it's hard to explain
i don't want to get made fun of for staring
for eyeballing
for listening
but all those people make me want to puke and leave
what i said then
is true
bold and clear
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.