Four Years of Hell

A poem about the not often thougt about topic of what happens after college.

Four Years of Hell

I’ve gone through four years of Hell,

Of due dates and papers and stress.

I’ve endured the torture, yet

Life’s still a mess.

I thought life’d be easier

Now that I have this degree.

It’s just a sheet of paper, but,

It defines me,

Defines my worth.

And apparently it's not a lot

Because after four years,

I can’t pay off the education I’d bought.

Leaving with debt biting at my heels

And unemployment ‘round the corner.

I’ve followed directions, excelled at school

But to my horror,

Nobody’s impressed.

Not the interviewer from this company,

Nor mom and dad

For degrees are owned by far too many

Those four years weren’t worth it,

I should have endured four more

I worked so hard, yet

I still end up poor.

Everyone says “Go to College”

Why, I cannot tell

For college is nothing, but

Four years of Hell.

Reviews

[Raven Starhawk]

I can surely relate although I have never been to college. Still I know that a hard working person who tries to improve him/her self sometimes cannot catch a break. It's almost as if life picks and chooses who is successful. Then again I think if you were born from money then the world already regards you as high class. College these days means nothing unless you devote years and years upon years to it and even then there is no guarantee you'll be able to find a job in the field you studied for. I've known people are in the same situation as you. It's almost like it's set up now to fail you.