I used to hate to look at my backpack,
I remember every single stupid things that happened to me in school.
I didn't like to open my notebook,
i remember when all my classmates were laughing at me because i didnt write any good essay.
I didn't even want to give a glance to my alarm clock, it reminds me that the same stupid is about to begin.
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Well, i hated to be in school.
Everything turned out to be sweet in the end.
• • •
My backpack reminds me of all the care-free days,
The days when we ran after each other inside the class,
Stand on the chair when not doing homework and assignments,
Stay outside the class because making noise and ran to canteen because of hunger.
Looking back to my notebook, it reminds me of all the doodles i drew and erased them before pass it to the supervisor.
And the alarm clock...,
It tells me that all the fun has ended.
Today is another day. A total different day.
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I cried, i know i won't meet the same person to laugh with, punch and hugs at the same time.
Everything was bittersweet.
Its too late to blame. I should have lived in those moments.
Hey poets, i really miss this page. I just graduated from high school last month. And haven't applied to any college yet. So happy to read all your poems again. - hydourella®