Middle School Drama

To most school going children

Their lives are just the worst

Adults just have it so easy

While their lives are simply cursed!

No doubt a silly notion

But it’s true that its hard

We’re little bombs of indignation

So you’d best be on your guard.

What with lessons and exams

And that pressure to exceed-

Not to give ourselves satisfaction

But to make others pay us heed

There’s just too much competition

For the most trivial of matters

Our ‘reputation’ hanging on the line

We can’t possibly let it shatter.

There’s the middle school drama

From which we must try escape

What joy they get from spreading rumours

I haven’t understood till date.

The group forming is astounding

Kids gathering round in cliques

Eyeing others with such hatred

And other such antics.

Some teachers are odd creatures.

They have their own notions.

Our noses rubbed to the grindstone

There’s quite some unexpressed emotion.

A few good ones in the lot, sure

But it’s second nature to suspect them all

To the kids who insist despising

Each one they pass in the hall

School life can be a pain truly

The slogging makes me less than pleased

But some of the best moments reside here

I’ll smile back at these very memories.

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