High School Poison
-No Gas Masks Supplied-

It was a search for identity
Through the following of everyone else
Wearing bright clown-like clothes
Or dark, depressing Blacks

It was trying to be cool
By piercing holes in your face
By telling stories of hangovers
That didn’t always take place

It was preps on the right
Nerds on the left
Drugies down the street
And sluts in stranger’s beds

It was secrets and hurt
For the one that never fit in
It was cutting and throwing up
And counseling again

It was living on the outside
And crying behind peoples backs
Bleeding wrists and hungry nights
Another dangerous chat online

It was every thing no one explains
And never really would
Highschool has never been happy
I don’t think it ever could

It was a fake palace
With drunk attendees
Corridors filled with drifting poison
And no gas masks in sight

Dark poetry of lagging time
Tears running down your face
And they say that the best years of you life
Are spent in this place.....

*Katie*
 
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