Freedom from the place of pain.

Where everyday is just the same.

They say you learn something new,

but we know better, I and you.

The place of sadness.

The place of tears.

A place where you are,

mocked by your peers.

Freedom is just a few hours away,

From this place I was forced to stay.

Thirteen years spent a waste,

but I suffered through that place.

The place of depression.

The place of stress.

The place where they say,

you're not close to being best.

Twelfth grade has come to pass.

Now I've got my robe and hat.

But then a thought, one filled with dread.

Now I must deal with college instead.