We walk through these halls.
Get looked and cursed.
Many hate us some love us.
But who cares.
We have the weed smoker.
The beer drinkers.
And the regular people.
All these clicks.
All broke up all mixed together.
All hate each other.
For respect is gained in fights.
And all those lights in the hall.
The bell rings once and we are late.
And we are judged by clothing.
And taste.
But noone really cares.
As soon as there in college they stop.
All those groups are back to one.
So why do we do this?
I may ask and you may also.
But why do we stop and stand together as one.
And try to be cool.
And duel one another in a war.
The war without purpose.
We all may die together.
And listen to each others lies.
The lies of their masks.
They all act like they like each other.
But only want to fit in.
This is school.
Its only purpose.
Is for pain.