High School Poem by Katrina Lusk

These next four years,
just simply drag on.
There are many tears,
from life going wrong.

At first it's really easy,
it is such a breeze.
Until you freeze and realize,
life isn't what it seems.

Such strict rules,
no talking!
You best be walking!
No note passing.
You better not be sassing!

All of the drama,
and constant rumors spreading.
And we wonder why,
high school seems so unending.

Many expect us to graduate,
to rise higher than the rest.
We know what we want,
and we continue to do our best.