Not graduating but escaping.

Holding a diploma in my hands

Will be a sick irony

Fighting to walk down and recieved

Not a reward but compensation

For making it out alive

Each year is a witch trial

At 14 scrambling to make it

4.0 and 140mg fluoxetine

At 15 searching for myself

16 drunk and bleeding between AP classes

Adderall fueled essays and

Still cracking at 3.9

The last year was supposed to be the easiest.

The last year is about learning and preparation for the real world

And that much is true.

The “real world” is warmer and softer

Still obstacles, still pressure

But nothing like being 14

But nothing like being 15

But nothing like being a straight A student

When the disappointing people is the only force stronger than

Staying in bed and willing death to hurry up