"High School turned me into a Zombie.
Poetry turned me into a Monster..."
Dear High School,
I hate your stinking halls
That make me nauseous and want to vomit.
You’re a scum between my toes
Love the little rascal that could.
I remember the exact day that I enrolled at my High School
I was living in my grandma’s house
And my mom and pops didn’t have enough money yet
To move somewhere vacant.
I was excited as hell you see before I enrolled
My palms were sweaty
And My stomach was constantly aching
But as soon as the first month passed
I was sadly mistaken.
And before I knew it, my life was taken.
I constantly was drowning in homework
Being poisoned by state assessments
While being suffocated by essays
And being shot by due dates
Mi lapiz y papel se quemo
My pencil and paper burned
By my left brain
Cuz I’m out of my right mind
And I feel like I’m going insane.
Watch your mouth.
You’re not allowed to complain
Or rebel or you get kicked out.
That’s one thing that I never liked about my own school.
If you don’t feel like things are right
You’re a problem child.
And are ostracized by the adults.
Sacrificed like livestock
Like some High School cult.
It’s never them its always you.
Like the letter after “T”
I O U
You aren’t gonna last here.
You barely got in here.
You’re not smart enough to be here.
Subtle comments made
Cut deep into my epidermis
And cause nerve damage
On which is hard to manage
I’m constantly begging for food
Because at lunch I barely got a sandwich.
Like my portions are so low
And so disproportionate
“Oh you still hungry? Well that’s so unfortunate?
Do you have anything positive to say before you go
I say yeah…
But what's bigger always triumphs over what's so little
Even our enemies are our frenemies because
We endure the same pain.
If you constantly complain
Why haven’t you made some sort of scenery change
I lift my chin up and exclaim
That this school has literally taken everything out of me --->
So even if I do leave I will never *censor beep* be the same.
So there’s no point.
But the funny thing is,
Is that Some kids think that they’re better
And some kids think that other kids think that they’re better
Something hard to explain.
But in reality…
Compared to every other student
We’re the exact same.
Same parties we getting shot at.
But everything is the student’s fault right.
So Dear High School
I mean High Anxiety
I may have known you for 4 years.
But you have never eva known me.
And if this conflict
Helps me to become “more successful” in life
Than let it be
It’s funny how I’ll be on my own in a few months
But still have to raise my hand to go pee
It’s comical how
there are more Metal Detectors
for me to talk to
about my problems
and go see
I lay here on my knees
Begging for you to check on me
Because I’m just another person on the list of High School bodies
That’s why when you see us walking around school.
It’s like watching a bunch of zombies.
I hope I’m not scrutinized
What if I told you
That you were the reason that I committed suicide
I hope that NOBODY.ELSE.DIES.