Cycle of Dread

Soon I return

To that time I dread.

It's not so much the place I hate,

Rather, the people that

Don't understand a thing about me.

They cheat, they lie,

All to get where they want to go.

This is where corrupt politicians must come from,

For I have not seen so many people without integrity

In one place.

 

Every year, I start out

With few, if any friends.

As the year continues, I find people

I can be proud to call

Friends.

However, at the end

They all disappear.

Whether they graduate or move,

They have disappeared

From my school life.

 

Because of this curse of mine,

I must start anew.

Since I know

Most people by now,

I can't guarantee new friends.

Therefore, it is for the best

This is my last year.

This time,

It will be me that leaves

And graduates this cycle of dread.

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