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