Remorse of High School

[Guest Katiya Damodred]

((This is my first attempt at poetry in a long time, please, remember that its only an outlet of feeling.))

 

Another day dawns

and already I hate that dawn.

I dread the coming of school

the loud locker slams that so echo a shutting coffin.

The harsh taunting I recieve

that I grin and bear because I have to.

 

Another day behind the walls

the walls that hover around my soul.

Behind those walls is the real me,

the me that no one ever sees.

To show that is weakness.

I hate to be weak.

 

I want to fight back,

to scream at the world,

"Can't you see what I go through?"

But then comes the harsh reality

that no one cares.

I am not special, no different from anyone else.

My sorrows and woes are trivial and nothing

because there is so much else to deal with

in everyone else's life.

 

Though I complain heartily

its only good-natured complaining.

No one can understand my pain

the torment of day to day high school.

Or perhaps they can

because they live similarly tormented lives.

And that is the worst torment of all.

[Gyrfalcon]

*Gyr applauds*

 

It reminds me of my own hell of schoolings.

 

Thought my year was in Middle School, I remember what I had to go through.

 

*Gives Kayiya a Polite Hug* Keep it up, Katiya!

[Ozymandias]

Suggestive *and* direct. Well done.

 

High school was one of the worst/best times of my life. You bring back memories...