"Back to School Blues"

I came back to school to get a break from my vacation.

I feel like I’ve traveled half way across the nation

but I’ve barely left my home town.

It hasn’t been long since I’ve walked down

the halls of my school—I’ve worked here all summer

at a camp with Mrs. Mackey. It’s such a bummer

that I can’t walk through the halls whenever I please

or get a tissue without asking if I’m allowed to sneeze.

Now it is time. Senior year is really here.

I’m getting accustomed to watching the freshman’s fear

 as the walk through the hall.

I’m at the top of the food chain- we used to be small

little freshman too, but that was long ago.

I’ve been here for years. I understand the ebb and flow

of the hallways between classes- I know the janitor’s by name

but I know next year, none of this will be the same.