People watching forever more,
They're just out the window,
Beyond each tightly locked door,
They are quite out of reach.
Why is it a law that I am here,
To attend 7 hours of daily hell,
When all I learn is how to fear,
Being locked up here forever.
Here I am a number not a face,
Lost in the sea of 2000 others,
I wonder what moster put each brink into place,
To erect my hell and destroy me whole.
Supposedly the memories I'm making right now,
I will treasure and keep forever,
They'll always remain, that's a vow,
Though they will slowly lose significance.
Highschool destroys us, yet keeps us alive,
At the memory we'll smile, or we'll just cry,
How the cliched experience we could barely survive,
These "golden memories", rather gilded.
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Newer Poems
PoetryThese are my newer poems. The second one isn't finished because I can't seem to write well anymore after I wrote my final poem. I just am contemplating whether to fill in my name at the bottom or not.
