Something Tells Me I Wasn't a Fan of Senior Year...

I remember pretty vividly writing this one, as it was roughly a year and a half ago and one of the only pieces I wrote my senior year of high school, aka the dark days. I was not a fan of senior year, as this poem will surely tell you.
P.S. for the record, I hate nobody, as I find that to be unfair, as everyone has a redeeming quality or positive attribute. The term being used in the context of this piece was utilized simply for effect.


Senior Year

Walking through the door day one,
you're already ready to leave forever
as you look into the weary faces
you've seen year after year,
those you know like the back of your hand
and hate for it.

Fake smiles are given out
like pamphlets for a shitty sale,
one that even the owners grimace
upon contemplation.

Teachers try to befriend you,
students becoming their decomposers,
breaking down the convoluted lessons,
smelling of incompetence and ineptitude.

Your peers, ever-changing,
morphing to benefit themselves
at every turn,
your friend one moment,
pretentious bastard the next.

Girls gaggle,
boys chortle,
we're all the same,
yet we push so fiercely
to neglect and shun one another,
persecuting all
until you're the only one left.
And what is there to do then
but wallow and complain
in the absence of others
to bully, push, hit, criticize, and destroy
from the inside out
until nothing is left
but the hollow cocoon of what they once were,
now reborn into a grotesque monster
you no longer recognize
yet you created, formed
from your own prejudice and hatred,
pale and alone, all joy and confidence long gone,
sucked into the void of desperation, hopelessness,
all ambitions having ran at the first sound of gunfire.
And in doing this, you too have become
this mottled, disgusting thing,
living yet dead,
moving but no longer moved,
the silent proclamation that the end is nigh.
Yet nothing can be done to stop its desolate march
until the day it reaches you
and you welcome it with open arms,
for now it is the only friend you have,
the only one who will accept you
when you had shunned so many away.
Thus ends innocence, love, and life.
Thus ends senior year.