It’s not the school part about high school I don’t like;
It’s the people.
It doesn’t matter who’s the most ‘material’ here;
No one needs two-hundred dollar boots
And a phone with a screen
Bigger than your hand.
Who cares if the most people ‘like’ you
Or if you’ve got the most contacts?
None of it means anything to me.
It surely won’t mean jack
When you all grow up and go to college.
(Or maybe you won’t, because you spent
Too much money on those boots
Your feet grew out of in three months.)

It’s not the school part about high school I don’t like;
It’s the people.
I’ll be out and away in two years,
Escaping from high school
With wings sprouted from my heels.
Right now,
They’re too weak to lift me off the ground.
Soon, I’ll take flight
And abandon ‘the best time of my life’.
You’ll see.

For now, all I can do is
Watch,
Laugh,
And shrug it off.

You’ll be nothing when it really counts.