Teenage Hiakus
Sneaking photographs,
selfies in my English class
to post on Facebook
Staying up til three
with homework, and on weekends
sleeping in til noon
Watching the clock tick,
ignoring my chem. teacher
the bell will ring soon.
Shoes thump down the halls,
books smash into waiting bags,
glossed lips chit-chat
Pizza and toxins
cafeteria trays ask,
'should you eat this stuff?'
Choose your elective:
debate, sports, cheer, AV club,
your social status
High school is a jail,
and puberty really sucks
just for the record.
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