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Best Years of Our Lives
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About school High School
"It'll be the best years of your life," they said
Because they remember
Staying out until midnight and sleeping 'til noon
Dancing with the object of your affections at prom
Gong to parties every Saturday night
Dating, socializing
Gossiping at slumber parties
It seemed the perfect, shining existence
The best years of our lives
But yet, somehow
That isn't what I see when I look at high school
For me, there is no shining perfection
Merely
The parties - that I'm never invited to
The boys - that don't know I exist
The dances - where I sit, dateless, by the wall
The drama I watch unfold
The relationships - of which I am merely a casual observer
Being an egotistical jerk with muscles gets you praise
But possessing more than an ounce of grey matter earns only ridicule
They told us it would be the best years of our lives
It can't get much worse than this.
Again, this is so true. Not everything is about being popular. The 'popular' kids are jerks, and will one day have an office job, doing fuck all, and getting bored. You, however, will have an exciting, well-paid job, and you'll have friends who care about YOU, not what you look like, what you wear, or who you know. So love life xXx
Jennifer,
I can't tell you how much I relate to this poem. It's really well done. It shows there are others who share my pain of high school. Thanks for making me feel less alone.
Thank you for you comment, i love this poem, its so true.