It's all the same.

High School

Where you walk through the door and don’t know who you’re going to meet,

You walk through the door with your backpack and your feet.

The secret is what everyone is doing,

And you wonder where everyone’s going.

So what’s going on with everyone?

She’s smoking pot,

He’s in the gang,

Did they break up again?

She’s prom queen,

And he’s captain of the football team.

They’re having a baby,

And no one knows what the true story is.

No one knows what home life is like.

All we can do is assume.

Everyone fails to realize one thing,

They all need each other, like a family.

The Stoner secretly looks forward to the Preppy girl’s ‘Hello.’,

And the Preppy girl needs the Brain to succeed.

The Jock looks forward to the Chess Geek’s effort at being strong.

Walk through the halls,

Everyone’s in the daze,

Hoping the drinking, the cutting, the sex, and the drugs,

Will all take care of the awful haze.

Secretly, they all fit together, like a puzzle.

They need each other to proceed.

They realize not everyone is the book they once did read,

They have one another to fulfill the need.

-Hailey-Lynn Elyea