Halls lined with lockers, and all my friends around.
Bits of high school drama, and teachers standing ground.
The smell of confinement, I just want to leave this building.
The stress within me; its a lily that is not gilding.
I’m so over this I need something more.
So many different faces, few I’ve seen before.
Teachers going on and on as I walk past each and every door.
The smell of freedom, I sometimes do enjoy.
The taste of pressure , the taste is bold not coy.
I’m getting somewhere, not like I was before.
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I really like this it describes high school and college very well
I really like his poem. I know exactly how you feel about high school. It’s crazy how different college is than high school. Your a very good poem writer!! good job!