High School

Eye balls staring
Haters glaring,
Walking down a narrow hallway,
You don't know how you'll make it, even if you will stay
All you can hear is their voices
lockers slamming, strange noises
The people were strange
over the summer your friends change
do they still care
Now I'm in a chair
Butt all stale
It feels like hell, just listening to the hairy talker
writing on the chalkboard, leaning on his walker
Doesn't he know he's old
the children are now bold
ready to tell him to sit his fanny down
he doesn't shoot back but turns around
Now what have I found
my head in my book
so I don't have to look
at my classmates
or in my case
High School