Walking through the halls,

with my tightly buttoned vest.

My head held high.

Not because I'm better than the rest,

But because I am above.

Above the superiority of the paternal clones we call jocks.

Above the noise of the screaming I hear,

As children are smashed into lockers.

Because of human instinct,

The top of the food chain preys on the weak.

Above the ignorance of the teachers here.

We're all just trying to get by,

But how can we,

When children have to struggle,

Class to class,

Trying not to cry.

 

My head is held high in the clouds,

Because here I can thrive.

Here I can ignore,

Here I can suppress.

I would be freezing cold,

Down on the ground,

From the bone chilling stares you have all around.

 

So I keep my head high,

Just walk straight on through,

Because only you can save yourself,

The teachers don't have a clue.