Here's a poem I wrote in high school about high school. I was young in Christ.
They say that once you hasve seen hell, your heart explodes aned you choke on blood - you are petrified. IF this is true, I have experienced hell. Never before have I been so unhappy at a place. Never before have I seen such vulgar, unholy people. If these are supposed to be the most memorable moments of my life, than I have on terrible experience ahead of me. I would much rather forget these putrid halls and its students. I want to finish here what I had come to finish and leave. Never again do I want any contact with any of these people. I will refuse to talk to anyone I had met here and deny that I had known any of these people at all. Afterall, no one here knows who I am or wants to know. I am passed by daily without any regard. The hipoocrisy roaming the halls, I depsose coming here daily, facing piercing, accusing, discouraging eyes. In human it is to be judged falsely. Never againw ill I return to this horrid place where the miserabley wicked plaged. May 20th, 2004 is the day. The day I exit and never re-enter. The day I can finally free myself from this place's early morning mid afternoon bondage. Where I can unload the four impressed years of mental bondage.
