“Welcome to the best years of your life”
Say the greeters at the door
Holding out their arms to us, spread wide
A cross between a stewardess and a Barbie
Inside an equally impenetrable package
Shiny plastic on the outside
Nothing but cardboard on the in.
Only it’s not Christmas
Or even my birthday.
We walk into the halls of lights and shining stars
Of caramelized walls and glinting metal lockers
The potential is blinding, they say
Like looking into the sun
Well it is, in all the wrong ways
I want to run, and hide
From the best years of my life.
A contest entry
- A Wrong World Turned Worse by LestatOWNSCopies.
475 points, ended June 10, 2008, 34 entries
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Comments
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you kind of beat around the bush with this poem, however, i do see what you are trying to say. oh, high school, the best years of our lives. thats bullshit. but what can we do? the people want us to live their way, but as children they say to not let anyone influence us. thats completely contradictory to what they tell teens. we have to fit the bill but i say fuck that. best of luck and good write
~MRH~
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