High School

Ah, that smell of bread from Home Ec., Just can't be real to me, Because school just seems to be a part of everyone's misery, But then I realize The bread from there is as real as a bakery's. And when I'm with my friend, The fun of bugging her in the hallways Never seems to end. Then I take one more look at what school is like, I begin to admit to myself That it's not so bad, But when my mother gets mad at me About homework. I stress about how hard it all seems And think that my teachers are all jerks. But I always finish it off in the end, And then the whole cycle goes around again. The truth is, I always change my mind and say My teachers are so nice that I could consider them friends, Sometimes I only pretend to like them. But what's worse then teachers Is how I see people smoke And hear their choices about drinking and parties. I stare at them and think, "They're gonna be really ugly..." 'Cause I'll never give into peer pressure, Because my only pleasures are a lot better. High school is such a big thing, That when the bell rings A rush of students go up and down the stairs. Once you get to class, Sems like the assignment you get is a pain in the ass, And it feels like the day will never end, Especially if you don't have a friend. I always want to sleep-in, but when I wake up I think school is so lame, And sometimes I sleep through the whole day. And when the sky is grey, It always seems to be trying to say That there should be no sun rays on a day at school. But then, I think through it again and believe that there will Always be good and bad things in whatever life will bring.