High school (A Poem)

High school

I will leave with the memories

But without the friends

We started out separate, and we’ll end the same.

I learned how to use transitive property,

And how to write in MLA format

and of Mein Kampf

But I didn’t learn how to make a friend

Or how to keep one.

I did not learn that it was okay to be me.

I did not learn how to be strong.

In high school,

I learned how to be alone

And how to fake my way

Until I could cry where no one was looking.