I remember last year, I'd be in class
And there would be some kids out in the hall
And sometimes they'd come into the classroom.
I always found it dishonourable for someone to skip class.
I knew I would never be a skipper. I'd always show up to my classes,
Even if they weren't so enjoyable.
I knew I would never be a skipper. But what I should've said was,
I never thought I'd be a skipper.
Yes, I have been absent to my classes more and more lately,
But I don't skip classes all the time just so I can go hang out with friends or whatever.
I never wanted to be this way. I just
Cannot handle going to class.
My grades are sinking,
And the number of absences on my report card is rising,
But I still feel mentally incapable of doing this. I
Can't.
How has my life come to this?
Am I now that kid who always skips?
I'd rather be known as the depressed emo girl
Than the kid who doesn't respect the school or teachers
And doesn't give a crap about their grades.
Because the thing is, I do care. I care a lot about my grades.
But I've also stopped caring...
Does that make any sense?
I should be in socials right now, but instead I'm hiding
Alone in the band room.
I've lost track of how many socials classes I've missed.
Is it really better for me to hide alone here and cry until the bell
Than to go and face the work, face my judging peers and teachers?
Yes.
YOU ARE READING
Swoosh - a book of breezy poetry
PoesíaSome of the least poetic poems you'll ever read, written by, you guessed it, me! These are some thoughts and feelings that I tried to put into words. I started writing poetry regularly back in January, so the poems in this book kind of tell the stor...
