Extreme Senioritis

I walk in and immediately, I’m suffocating. Swarmed by fake people And fake greetings, Tan walls with nothing more to offer Than a blank white board. I’m forced to sit and listen To these adults Who don’t want to teach Any more than I want to learn. This place has no left for me. I know what my future holds. I can figure things out on my own. Give me the cap, Give me the gown, Give me the diploma, Get me out of this hell-hole Where all people care about Is their reputation Or if they’re getting asked to the dance. Get me away from the fake And throw me into the real. I crave an adventure so big, It lasts a lifetime. Let me out of this death trap. I want a new start. New place, New people, New clothes, New me. I can’t keep looking at the same faces, Listening to the same drama, And solving the same problems Over and over again. I need a change. This year, This last and final year, Cannot move fast enough. As soon as graduation is over, 45 days from now, You can bet you’ll never see me Or hear from me again. I’ll be gone before you can even Ask me for a picture.