52 weeks of positivity (kinda)

One of the last days of secondary school

The problem with the end of secondary school

Is that theres not really a definete end

theres no cut off point

Where you can say: "im never going to see you guys again."

Theres the last day before exams

the last exam

prom

results day

and most people go back to sixth form.

"im going to cry a lot" i declared on the last day before exams

squeezing into my fairy wings

Whilst others packed talcom powder and toilet paper

Then proceded to run around like lunatics

whilst the year 7's, and me

hid under the tables

Then we had out leavers asembelly 

with photo after video after photo

of the same 10% of our year

because most people keep track of time passing 

with memories

not selfies

but watching them you wish you pulled your phone out for a few

because you cant put filters on memories

or at least not the ones with dog ears

Then the prizes:

most likly this, most likly that

with the same 10%

As for the people who never put themselves in box's to be easily remembered 

we came away empty handed

Then we were ushered outside

to take photos infrount of a frount door we were never allowed to go through

my fairy wings flapping in the wind

my eyes half closed and never knowing what to do for "lets do a silly one"

and i felt like crying

but only because invisible 

because i experianced life through my eyes

not a camera lens.

 notes

I THINK IM CAUGHT UP NOW. Who knows. Its been my birthday, yay. whoop. i do like this poem. i had my expectations way to high but had fun afterwoulds at a friends house.