Poems

Highschool

High school, can't you see?

It's like being trapped inside a bad movie.

Silly drama everywhere,

Who is poor and who has flare?

Pointless schoolwork everyday,

Teachers looking every way.

Ample kids that won't stop talking,

Talking and rocking and walking, and flocking.

This bad movie will never end to some,

But for us four more years to come.