Got up early for practice,
Leave, looking horrible
"Yearbook Day!"
I hate my life
People rub it in,
Wounds so deep.
Binge-watching Glee,
Hiding my anger.
I'm upset still.
I should be happy though,
Leaving High School,
Growing Up
I just can't believe,
They would do that!
Go Behind my back,
Trashed what we treasured
Good bye
That night was ok?
It could of been worst.
I'm glad I can move on,
From the immature rants,
Good bye High School
Good bye Peers
It's been a few months
I haven't talked to any one of them,
I'm going nuts,
Loaded with work,
Family, And
Responsibilities
Time to prep for college,
Where has my life gone?
Free Time,
Do you still exist?
I guess it's all,
Thanks to Graduation,
what fun that was.

YOU ARE READING
Stuck In The Mind
PuisiA poetry book of thoughts in my head, My own work but the cover is made by someone else. This is just a tiny glimpse of what my mind is like. I'm not stuck in the mud, I'm Stuck In The Mind.