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My Journey Through High School

So long middle school.    
You've been nothing but shit.  
Zero friends I could count on,    
Three boyfriends full of deceit.    
I've found my partner in crime and we're not afraid to take you down.    
We are the ones who understand.    
Y'all are nothing but clowns.    
I'll never have to worry about finding friends.    
The same could not be said for finding a girlfriend.    
I was a late bloomer.    
All the queer kids formed a posse    
And here I am just discovering that I liked pussy.    
The girl who I've heard was bi    
At first had no interest in me.    
Then once she was single again,    
She asked me out, my heart full of glee.    
As happy as I was,    
We kept it a secret.    
She was my first girlfriend    
And I kept her in the closet.    
I saw her flirt with a guy    
So I let her go.    
Then courtwarming came    
And so did the hoe.    
I said yes to her invitation    
Feeling like lesbo Superman.    
When I professed my love to her,    
She lied and said she had other plans.    
"Yay, I'm a sophomore!"    
My eye on the horizon.    
Then she sent me an email    
And all was forgiven.    
Oh, how the time flew.    
Play rehearsals and bottles of coke.    
I was so deeply in love that it made me choke.    
I was a fool to forgive her.    
She left me while I was fighting the flu.    
The never-ending tears flooded as I read,  
"Sorry, I'm breaking up with you."    
It's junior year.    
My heart hasn't wandered.    
I gave up on girls for they were a hazard.  
I'm no longer scared to admit that I'm gay.    
My friends are alright, my family's okay.    
Though I don't have a bullhorn    
So most people don't know.    
My male friends think they can be my hero.    
My last year of school, what a glorious time.    
Senior year should be easy, right?    
Wrong.    
Senior year was hell.    
I learned that I had to move next year.    
My grades, farewell.    
It didn't help that I was depressed.    
Of course, I told myself I wasn't.    
If I've got a roof over my head    
Then why do I feel so weakened?    
My mind was a blank canvas.    
I didn't care about anything.    
Not the play, not the books I love.    
Hearing people talk felt so sickening.    
How did I end up this way?    
I use to be so care free.    
Mickey Mouse playing on New Year's Eve, I remember now who I used to be.    
It comes and goes,    
These mind-numbing thoughts.    
With this year behind me,    
I can be the one to call the shots.    
"I did it, mom! I did it!"    
I shout across the gym.    
"I graduated high school!"    
It all feels like a dream.    
I couldn't have done it without my partner in crime.    
Thank you, friend.    
Thank you for getting me through the rough times.
Written by A_Failed_Artist
Published | Edited 14th Jan 2019
Author's Note
My submission to life in high school.
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