H.S.

All these old faces

smiling and laughing

But you never leave fourteen

You idle around

I am not here for you

I don't know what for

But it's not for you

You are the lies I've told

the lies I've heard

The days that make my head hang low

You speak of all that I despise

Demean all that I hold dear

Yet we look at each other and smile

I only want to get away.