You feel happy.

You love yourself.

The smile you wear is genuine.

Your friends really care for you.

The tears that you hold back mean nothing.

The boy who destroyed your self-esteem doesn't walk through the same halls.

The looks you recieve from tired, hating, eyes are those of admiration.

People stay true to their word.

You feel loved.

You feel accepted.

The nightmare ends once you reach your home.

Your father doesn't drink.

Your mother gives you her approval.

Your homework reaches an end.

Sleeping isn't your favorite time of day.

And morning doesn't come too soon.

Let's pretend, that this is high school.

It seems better that way.