A poem I wrote for my English class
Everywhere I look, they’re there.
Lurking around every corner,
waiting to define your life.
categorizing those we barely know.
I navigated through crowded halls, an innocent freshman,
caring how I was labeled and perceived by fellow students.
Fretting over what was said about the new girl-
Now a senior,
I trudge through restricting hallways,
watching freshmen show off, flirt, and essentially… care.
How things have changed in four, short yet long, high school years.
Who cares, I think, as I slip on sweats for the third day in a row; comfort wins.
Who cares, I think, as I drive my out-of-style car into the busy student lot.
Who cares, I think, that not everyone knows my name the ones who do, count.
Who cares, I think, the newest iPhone isn’t in my back pocket hugging my butt.
Who cares, I think, that I’m not top of my class, someone has to take that below average seat;
without me, my peers wouldn’t be the the top of anything.
It’s up to me to decide if I care, and guess what.