High School

by Tricksy   Apr 10, 2007


Whatever,
They say to my face
That they don't care.

Forever,
Lasts about a day,
Roads lead us to nowhere.

Love,
They use the word freely,
But they don't really see me,
Nor do they see who I am inside,
The pain I can not hide
Any more.

The little world they have created
Doesn't include me
Reality debated
What can be

What is real?
Is it you?
Or me?

The world is High School
And it's leaving me
Behind.

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