How a girl feels in high school

I’m organizing the neglected parts of my office since I moved in here. In a stack of papers I found a sheet I must have ripped out of my “Poetry” binder from the early days. This looks like it was written around grade 8. I don’t usually share this stuff but I found it striking that I would feel this way when I was 13, 14 years old. (I think the teasing stopped after that until grade 12, at which point it was friends of friends. Great.) By the way, for those of you reading this that aren’t local, we do high school grade 8 – 12, no middle school. That was probably a good thing for me.

Betrayal’s all I’m ever getting these days

Poor hopes, lies, friends not really friends at all.

or

Lies are all I’m ever hearing these days

Poor hopes, getting betrayed

Freinds who take advantage of the gullable one

I guess not friends in the end — swayed

Thought I’d get a great bargain

Thought I’d get a good deal

All they want is a junk food meal

Maybe a few sour grapes on the side

Wine and dine in this steel inferno

Like a porkchop in a synagogue, poor thing…

Pity on them they don’t see the harm they’re doing

(Too busy with their own thoughts and hair

        Do they care? Whatever… yeah, so?)

Destroying their little company

Rumours of all sorts spreading rapidly

Spreading their diseases and drug-addicted drugged hope

Long gone in their pathetic world