Poetry

Highschool

Highschool.
The worst four years of your life.
Your friends leave you for their boyfriends, the popular crowd, the new kids.
You sit there wondering if you could ever possibly fit in.
Everyday people pass by not caring if you're hurting on the inside, not seeing your fragile heart get torn at the words they say.
They don't care about you.
You hate them! You feel hatred rise in your limbs and you can't hold it back anymore!
You punch the wall.
All is silent.
Do you feel better now?
Showing so much hate to someone who could possibly feel the same.
You're hiding behind a mask now. You're fake dare I say.
But no! You're still stuck inside of a nightmare that has become a reality.
But does it matter?
In four years it gets easier right? Wrong!
The words they have said to you have left an eternal scar.
You cant, you won't...forget.
You go home everyday, you cry, you...cut.
But do those people who have mentally harmed you care?
No!
They don't even see the physical scars buried deep in your wrist.
"It's just for attention" they say.
Is it?
They prey of your fear. They want themselves to hide their pain but making sure you can barely even live with yourself anymore.
They don't care how it makes you feel as long as they look tough.
Are they really tough?
They are the weakest people in the world.
You have felt this way for four years now.
It's graduation night.
You think nothing could go wrong until....until you walk across that field and they laugh at you.
They laugh at what you're wearing. That gown.
Are they laughing at themselves too?
You try holding back those tears but it's not working.
You're trapped inside an endless loop of emotions and you can't get out!
What are you gonna do?
Well...it doesn't matter now...it's over...it's all over.
Highschcool.