Hating My Life Today

This is a poem that I started in creative writing class. We passed it along and each person continued writing it. It's in A-A-B form.

That day was full of pain.

Every memory is full of shame.

Walking along the hall trying to hide,

I just fell down on the way to math.

I knew I shouldn't have taken this path.

Now, the joke's on me.

I hate not listening to my mind.

Something showed me a sign.

I hate not listening to myself.

I'm never right.

My mind is tight,

full to the brim with problems.

Why am I that's left undone,

the one with only one contact in my phone?

What did I do to deserve this?

What will happen when I'm on my own?

I already live not being known.

Will I be strong enough in this huge world?

Why am I all alone here?

Can anyone take me there,

where all the happy people are?

High school serves us bad luck and drama.

We've convinced ourselves that we'll suffer of trauma,

but our lives have only begun.

College is next, maybe a job.

Just don't end up in the mob.

So many choices!

My life will go on to become something new.

I just hope I find a friend that is true.

Today is a start and end of the old me.

I'm done with this school.

I walk outside and see a dog drool.

I run away where I can never be found again just to start my new life.