How great is this place
we call

school?
The halls are cramped,
the freshmen,
aggravating.
The fountains that
supposedly contain

water,
instead hold a dirty liquid
which smells slightly

of

Urine.
The books are

beat-up,



written on,

broken.
You see the same

people
day after day after day…
What’s to miss?
But as I walk these halls,

I remember.

That was my freshman homeroom,
over there is where Eddy spewed
Monster
all over Maria.
That’s my sophomore year locker…
HEY! Who scrubbed my name off the front of it?!?

Memories overwhelm me,
this sea of people,
wave after wave,
face after face, crashing upon
each other in hurried attempts


to be less late



to class.
These are the people I know.
I’ve watched many of them

Grow.
From elementary school playgrounds,
to here.
And I’ve grown with them.

I walk these halls,

And I smile.