Seventh Grade

Scared, alone, I wandered
Into the big new school
With the other strangers
The girls were dressed like fools

It was only yesterday
My world was so pure
Now I feel so awkward
Inept, unpolished, unsure

Artificial and phony
The start of seventh grade
From class to class we traveled
Like some weird parade

Everything is done for show
Contrived without intent
Unknowing the infliction
Imposing what is meant

Utter teenage confusion
Contention and strife
Ingraining all the patterns
The forming of our life

The basis of beginning
Adulthood on the rise
Coming to existence
Trying to reach the prize

Can’t wait until we’re older
Try to rush right through
A deep need to run from
The thorniness of you

Maturity has short memories
Of the long path walked
The lessons of our travels
Repeating things once balked

Redundantly we wander
On the road we made
Relying on the knowledge
That we learned in seventh grade
BjM 2-10-7