High school isn't all its cracked up to be.

Class, pressure, friends, drama, crap.

You see it on TV shows, they have it pretty close.

The weird and harsh situations, spot on.

The feeling inside can't be portrayed on a screen.

Fade in, fade out, the top, the bottom.

It goes unsaid, but it's there.

Lurking around every friendship, every word, everyday.

You. Can't. Escape.

Trapped in the cycle of break-up and make-up.

Building, building and then crash.

Your best friend hates you.

Classes don't make sense.

You're left with angst and bitterness.

Nothing but your own tear-stained face to keep you company.

You try to talk, but silence is the favor returned.

Not willing to talk to others, you result to keeping it all inside.

Festering. Aching. Brooding. Sharp.

Craving love, but temporary hearts are unsatisfactory.

To date to satisfy.

To love to be accepted.

To try and feel like you belong.

Worth the while?

And then to faith.

Look towards the light at the end of the tunnel.

But what a daunting tunnel.

There is the good the bad and the ugly.

Does the good permeate the bad, or does the bad permeate the good?

There is and end.

March on towards the finish.

Towards the light.

Towards the brighter day ahead.