Tomorrow I go back to school
The weekend becomes the week
The real world takes its toll
My friends will be there
Along with my enemys
And I will be a small part of the big picture
Tomorrow I go back to school
First period I will see the guy
Whom I'm sure likes me
But still I'm not sure
Ill sit next to my friend’s
And we will sit and talk about the role we play in life
Tomorrow I go back to school
And second period will be good
Ill sit quietly, draw and read
And do some work that
I will not use in the future
The future that lies in my hands and my hands alone
Tomorrow I go back to school
And the drama will be great
I will stand up on stage
And show the world I exist
And show them I am my own person
And tell them that I am worth seeing and believing
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will sit at the table
That I sit at every day
I will sit with people
That I rarly talk to
And they will laugh at my jokes and I will at theirs
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will sit near them
The people that will ask me
To do drugs or smoke
Not today but soon
And I will say no, even to my past love and best friend
Tomorrow I go back to school
And in my last period
I will sit alone
Talk to myself in my head
Pretend I don’t exist
Because in their eyes I don’t and I am not there
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will stand outside
With all my friends
My family
The only ones I can trust
To keep my secrets and never spill my past encounters
And I will be happy
I will not cry
And I will feel as if I'm not just a small part of a big picture
I will feel alive
I will feel free
And I will love the life that I live
Because I went to school
And endured the teenage experience
To its fullest
Tomorrow I go back to school
The second day of the week
And I will learn the useless
And do the unthinkable
Because I am worth being seen by my superiors and peers
Tomorrow I go back to school
My period one will be the same
I will talk to my friends and work
As I look at him continuously
And we talk about the little things
The little things that may be big in our future one day.
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will go to my second period
Meeting my past friend and foe
And listen to her problems
And see myself reflected
In her image, seeing the drama that I went through
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will go to my lunch
And sit with my friends
The ones who accept me
And like what I like
The ones that cheer me up when I am down and out
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will enjoy English
Like I do every single day
Its not a foreign language
Like it would be to most
It is my calling, the second most important part of my future career
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will hate, deeply loath math
My teacher will not allow me to talk
Because I must work
While others converce
And I will sit alone at the back desk, hoping for the bell
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will end the day like I usually do
In the class where I know not a face
Nor a voice that should travel in the air
And I will sit with work
And not be noticed, not be heard, not even breath a word
Tomorrow I go back to school
And I will meet my friends
And they will love me
They will talk to me
About the most random of themes
And I will feel accepted
And I will feel cherished
And I will love the life I live
Because I went to school
And endured the teenage experience
To its fullest
 Keirae Huruma · Sat Oct 13, 2007 @ 06:53pm · 0 Comments |
