Tapestry

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Day one, walk in,

backpack light, chin held high

smile on your face, you nod to your friend

“gonna be a great first year!”

yeah, that's what they tell you, but that's not what it's like here

 

start first period, sit in the front

make a good impression on the one who's got you by the throat

but only figuratively

cos they have more valuable ways of destroying that grin

and pretty soon you've got drool on your chin

 

flash forward, first lunch, now what do you do?

Find a friend, a face, who you think you really know

but listen carefully

they're not the same people you left for the summer

and if you try to tell your mom she'll say it's just a bummer

 

but it's only a bummer until the second day

when you look down the hallways and realize you have no one

and your eyes look towards the ground

cos there isn't anyone you really want to see

and you're still trying to figure out who you're trying to be

 

first week, second week, first month

it's all an uphill struggle that you're trying to get done

never any easy assignment

but plenty masks of pretty faces

making promises of taking you pretty places

 

first party of the year, who's gonna go?

Not you, stretch, you don't wanna get drunk

monday's back and everyone's talking

about how sick that party was, right man?

And how when the cops came they all turned and ran

 

few months later, people start to notice

you're never where the action is

you don't party

and then they ask why in condescending tones

automatically deciding you're the most boring person they know

 

if you make it through midterms, you're a god

if you have a mental breakdown, you're a charity case

and if you steal answers? Everyone's doing it

well except you cos you've just lost interest

for all you care, royal families are just total incest

 

 

you've made it almost to the end

keeping your nose down and profile low

but what have you really done?

You can't remember, not even yesterday

and that's when you start to think that it's really a waste

 

three more years like this, it's always the same

if you're lucky you find people to talk to

and if you're not

well, you try not to think about it, and if it gets to that point

you really start to question why you refused that first joint

 

high school's pretty rough, but they tell you it gets worse

and then you dread college

great, another thing to break me

but deep down you still hope for the best

and pray you're leaving behind all the rest

 

they say it's the best four years of your life

but they don't tell you that it's only true if you're in

if your out it's hell

covered in snide remarks so cold they're actually frozen

a tapestry of lies so intricately woven

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