The Average High Schooler

Fri, 01/26/2018 - 11:47 -- DjGamer

The kids mill around the halls

Pushing me up against the walls

As masses of bodies cover every surrounding

I feel nothing less than short of drowning


It's hard to find my way through the crowds

I can't hear myself talk, for it is way too loud

My head is fogging up and I can't seem to think

I'm trying to concentrate, but I can't focus on one thing


The seconds tick by, but the mass will only grow

I'm trying to blend in and just go with the flow

My heart is racing with one too many beats

By the end of the day, I'll be lucky if I can still breathe



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