I see the tangles of
corridors and lockers.
It's like a maze with
problems lurking like
monsters.
Is it like the pages
of a book with jocks,
cheerleaders, nerds
and drama queens?
I fear getting lost, losing
years of play and childhood.
Once I go to (school name),
the elementary school
become only memories
consumed by the lion
of grades 7, 8 and 9.
Friends stay at (school name),
some vanish at (school name).
The taste of excitement,
fear and anxiety lingers on my tongue.
Middle school, (school name) is a
foreign concept, one I will
have to explore.
~
