In the hallways of my school,

some girls think they're cool,

while the guys only drool.

They cough

and they scoff,

but I want them to back off.

I hide my feelings

and look up at the ceilings

as I deal with the daily dealings.

Today was the day

that I wanted to walk away,

but I wanted them to pay.

I started to walk toward them

in order to condemn,

but I decided to be gem.

I turned the other cheek

and my future seemed bleak,

because they thought I was a freak.

I cried myself to sleep

and so many nights I would weep,

because the feelings were just too deep.

Only I could deal

with the pain that was unreal

in order to heal.

I stood up straight

and decided not to hate

as I prayed for a clean slate.

College is finally approaching.

My future seems promising.

My confidence is blossoming.

The day I arrive

is the day I will strive,

because it's my turn to thrive

with my new drive to survive,

because I will finally feel alive.