So under the cut is going to be a stupid poem I wrote like freshman year, regarding life throughout high school and where we all end up in the end.
The 5 stages of high school
At first day the awkward one is ruled out
Last to be chosen in all things
But yet they are filled with doubt
Wondering how the others are like “Queens and Kings”
Then at last they’ve progressed
No longer at the bottom, free to breathe
Free to be expressed
Yet still they must sheathe--
What they truly are
Finally on the upper end of things
Able to see why they are those “Queens and Kings”
Now they are freer to be themselves
And now they look around in truth we are ourselves
Now at the top one more round-about
Above all else and everyone else
But then the shock of the end is realized and in new doubt—
The end is near, but what else can be done
Finally the day comes and excitement is in the air
But at the end of it all
we are just that awkward kid on their first day
the end is here and gone this is--
First day of the rest of their life
