I was seen to be gifted,
or so I thought.
Trying my best to be committed,
practicing to be someone that I'm not.

Maybe, I'll be an intelligent scholar.
Destined to rise to the top of the class.
Studying on my own for countless hours,
but nothing from each page seemed to last.

School was my little gated garden of hell.
The absolute worst place to be.
But still I went back there everyday,
on my way to a future degree.

I had a pocket full of friends.
Some who stayed, while others had gone.
We were good to each other,
the best we ever could be.
But we knew that time wasn't generous.
So, it was time to move on.

I wrote paragraphs of tedious papers.
Papers that I never truly cared for.
All the research and learning I had done,
quickly flew right out the door.

Soon, I was due to graduate.
Finished all my final projects somehow.
Running up the center stage,
to the future that is now.