High School Poem by Caitlin McGonigal

Teens hang out in cliques of three or four;
The words they use arent innocent anymore;
I watch kids fade away,
the ones who let drugs and alcohol get in the way.

Many more have just given up.
Too many to recall.
And sex; how is it so open for everyone too explore? !
Three girls who used to come to school dont come here anymore.

The kids who stand alone get talked about behind their back,
the ones who are the most lonely end up in a pack.
Everyone seems to be in a clique or troop,
and you get bullied if your not in the right group.

No one thinks about their actions;
Living for the day and not tomorrows satisfaction.
You just called that boy a wimp for crying but;
what you dont know is that boys mom is dying.

The real world is what im starting too see...
but what do i know?
Im only fifteen. </3