Halls

[theredshadow]

Halls

I'm invisible to them all,
as I walk through these so-called hallowed halls.

Bookended by two shrieking bells,
this is my unending hell.

Looks, glances, murmured words,
thinking I don't see, thinking I hadn't heard.

I sweat a little, because of my nerves,
As I dodge through the halls, more like swerve.

Some say they're friends but even them I don't trust,
I'm simply not liked but I do what I must.

I can't wait to be free and out on my own,
Instead of stuck here in high school twilight zone.

Do all I can and persevere,
And before too long I'll be out of here.

Head down and onto class,
One of these days they'll all kiss my ass.

[Wild Weasel]

This has to be one of your older poems. Not to mention the bit about being in high school, but I actually remember it from a few years back.

[theredshadow]

I wrote it a few years back and posted it on the Wench. But it was very much how I felt about high school when I was there.