Disclaimer: I don't even know if I need to put I own all this. I'm
probably not the only one who feels this way, and I don't own the feeling,
but I own this rendition of it.

This is what happened when I get annoyed and have a really bad day at
school:

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HOLDING ME BACK

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I'm choking,
Fighting to breath in a place filled with such arrogance.
As I stumble through,
The four years seem to pass by to form a leading hallway.
I marvel at the centerpieces,
All the same in most ways.
As my name goes further then my face.
And more people begin to know 'of' me.
It seems such a few,
Compared to the number of those I know of.
And here I'll be stuck,
Struggling through the ignorance of conversations,
In which these older children think they know so much.
The outside world beckons,
Tauntingly,
And I go on impatiently,
Waiting for the day I'll be free of the air in this place,
Holding me back.