Just the Regular

Same sights,
Same classes,
Same people,
Just the same regular shit,
Everything is expected,
Everyone is expected,
Try to do something different somebody judges you,
Not even glue can fix my broken interest to go to school,
I Depend on field trips to see something new,
But that's getting boring too,
Even touring around my hometown is making me sigh
Maybe leaving will satisfy this desire,
I guess this is goodbye.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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