Private School Memories MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   All personalities are hidden

by pleated skirts and oxford shirts.

As everyone hurries to class,

we all think the same things.

We wonder if it will be the same,

But we know it is already different.

Maybe it will change.

We all realized

that nothing will ever be the same.

We came together as one,

the same problems,

the same fears,

the same joys,

the same tears.

As we look at each other

with questions in our eyes,

we wonder,

did they tell us the truth?

Or was it all lies?

Will these really be the best years

of our lives?

It's almost over now,

and the answer is clear,

even though there are no boys,

I wish I'd made it one more year,

But I made some mistakes

that the sisters didn't like.

They gave no more chances

to consider my fate.

They changed my future

In only one night.

I left them all behind and

now I know

I learned something there

that can never be taught.

It's the feeling I get when I see them

laughing or hugging or just hanging out,

A feeling of emptiness because

now I'm left out.

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