Sheeple

I hate walking in school hallways

I feel like another sheep

Shuffling their way through crowded halls on the way to the slaughter

Mindless lambs walking around, last without a shepherd

I hate walking in this school

I wish not to fall into the dank hole of fashion trends and face-sucking boy friends

I wish to be no-body but myself

I wish not to be a sheep

But here I am

Walking among the rest of laughing livestock

Puffy, white, happy sheeple

Prancing around as if there is nothing wrong as all

While they bury their noses into their phones

Their painted and primed hooves, texting away

They listen to god-awful music that they think is cool

Fucking sheep

And now I am part of the flock

Struggling for a chance of clean air

Fucking sheep