Ashleigh Hood Poet Free verse

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.

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Marian Baker June 1, 2017 at 7:17 PM Been there done that Ashleigh. I was sure I chose the wrong path to follow by the time it was over. I didn't even certify because my future would grab me by the throat and shake me with reality. Good luck!