Labels.

I'm sitting here right now, sitting at this table, and thinking to myself: "So, why are there labels?" There are so many labels, I could name a few. I'd be here all day, so let me just name some. The preps are the highest, they're like a football team, just gossiping around, planning their next scheme.

The jocks.. They get the preps, supposedly cause they're the best. It's like an exam to me,you have to pass the test. The skaters tell themselves, that's what they do most of the time: skate. They're nothing to the preps.

Actually, they're wrong, they're the bait.

Then there're people who don't care, that's where you will find me.

So I am begging you please, just let me be! I didn't come here to be a label. No, I don't skateboard or have the best tan, but again I'm begging you, don't label me like a can! I don't know why I'm begging you, it's no one's decision but mine, so I'm asking you to step aside, and just wait in line!

I don't care what people think, I think my friends are cool. They may not be popular or skate, but they help me survive school. So, I'm just sitting here thinking of how others must pay, for the mean rude things, that some people say.


-- Poem I submitted for English last year. Haha, I just felt like sharing it with everyone.

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