Stop Me If You’re Tired of Reading Poems About High School

It’s all parties
At someone’s parent’s house,
Drinking and getting high.

Blowjobs in the bathroom.
Getting laid on a
Basement couch.

You think you’re showing us
What it’s really like,
The grime under the surface.

But you’re really showing us
The grime the media
Showed you.

There’s more
To teenagers than

They’re real
Human beings,
With hopes and dreams.

But you can only see that
If you look back with some

Not if you look back
And wish you’d never left.

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