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.