My High School Experience
Poet notice: I wrote this poem for my final project and presented it. The parts
in parenthisis are supposed to be sang and are from various songs.
(Well here we go)
Freshmen year 2009 were the times
Everything was so fresh and new that I didn't see high school for what it really was, a zoo
So I lived in my blissful little bubble, not seeing the oncoming trouble
Then my bubble got popped, and it seemed as if my whole life juststopped
Reality is that a year only holds (525,600 minutes)
And I had wasted my minutes living insane on the fast lane
Sophomore Year 2010 I tried to find my inner zin
Everything was going well and high school didn't seem so much like hell
Then beauty reflection came in the form of a sinus infection
I had to get surgery and the physical results triggered my hidden emergency
Insecurity formerly in remission then crept stealthily and I felt ugly
I had to realize that (I am not my hair, I am not my skin, I am the soul that lives within)
This was only the beginning
Junior Year 2011
Everything seemed to have made a turn for the worst and suddenly my pain came first
My body made me a target and I only wished that I could forget the taunts and the teases
I searched for love in all the wrong places
I was going through all types of phases
And suddenly I needed razors to cut away the harsh words of the emotional hazers
I longed for people to grow up and act more mature, to lessen how much I had to endure
It was just all too much and I wished only to forget such
Only if I could just (Break away) and just maybe then things would be okay
(I'll bust the windows out your car) was the attitude of senior year 2012
Still battling the constant wasr on depression, hiding it became my profession
Depending on my mood, snap now, think later was my attitude
And it worked for a while, but I grew tired of keeping myself in exile
Sadly (We're just ordinary people), and no one knew that certain subjects ha grown to trigger my depression
Still I continue fighting, even though sometimes it can get quite frightening
I'm happy to have finished one stage, and proud to say I can now flip o a fresh new page
My body is my paper and my brain is my pen, and a new chapter of my life is ready to begin
To conclude the high school chapter of my book I will gladly say...
(THE END)