Days of angst Pursue me through Awkward moments galore, The hangover to my prior life. Middle school bells ring In the corridors of my mind, Harkening back to a time When sharpened pencils where More important than rent. High school bells bring me A cold comfort I can't explain, I guess not enough time Has passed for me to smile. If only these tears Could be wiped from my face Without the slow hand of time Quelling my soul's embrace. Perhaps I'd smile with heart.