by: Ridge Ross L. De Veyra
As I enter the vague gates of torment,
A chill behind my spine becomes present,
A fear starts to slide down my throat,
Then suddenly,I am introduced to the word “Loath”.
High School! The deathly paradise filled with sorrow and agony,
The island of misfit toys walking in obscurity,
Hell on earth that lies steady and still,
An ironic place where the “brains” is no big deal.
As I walk the horrid halls of dead silence,
I start to wonder about High School’s essence.
Is it present only to compare who’s wise and fool?
Does it exist to tell which one’s lame and cool?
I enter my classroom with hatred and disgust,
Conscious, aware and sure that I didn’t bring trust,
Prepared and ready for what’s upcoming,
For in every corner of the room,evil is lurking.
I sit on my chair drowning of jibberish noise,
Listening to the chit-chats of those nasty girls and boys,
Enduring the burning sight for sore eyes,
Hoping to get a glimpse of the open skies.
A man in gruesome aura enters the room,
In every footstep,spelling terror and doom,
Our teacher! Bearer of suffering and punishment,
A man of criticism and judgement.
He talks of things no mind can comprehend,
Speaks of words no one can understand,
The man of mayhem and mischief,
Also is a living source of grief.
I end my day being understood,
Criticized; they make me look bad and never feel good,
High School,life’s soul-crushing mistress,
My teacher of infinite stress.
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