Just another week,
Finals, then report cards, then the salvation my burnt out head seeks,
And finally, a few months away from you,
Activities to forget the awful words you spewed,
I've been doing no work at home, in the classroom or on the bus,
It seems my burnt out head is two weeks ahead of us,
Next year, senior year, last year of rumors and trends,
I shall repeat to myself, over and over,
*It's the start of the end