Senior Year


As a senior, I thought it would get better.

No, it didn't.

I thought that because we were almost grown up,

That people would be more mature,

And understand how to treat people.

No, they don't.

I wake up in the morning,

And dread when I set foot on campus.

Being surrounded by the people saying,

"No, you can't.",

When I tell them about my dreams and aspirations.

Maybe that's why I'm always silent,

Because here, at school, when you have an opinion,

No, you're wrong. 

Or atleast thats what they say. 

But then again, when have "they" ever been right. 

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