i can't keep up with all the rest
i never tried, and failed the test
the finish line, the final year
and i'm still stranded way back here

well, maybe what they said was true
about what booze and drugs can do
they said that but i couldn't hear it
i smoked and popped away school spirit

the reject, burnout double 0
your junkie with no place to go
your dropout with no goal in mind
your loser with no soul to find

and when the crowd fixes their stares
don't look for me, i won't be there
i'll be where i was all along:
wherever things are going wrong

touching and poetic. you're a unique writer and i look forward to the next. meanwhile i can reread this poignant piece.

This poem touched me
It reminds me of who I was
(with the exception of the drugs...
but I was hammered drunk through most of school)

It is well written and I am asking permission to share it with others like me.
Dropouts like me...
to give them HOPE.
It can be overcome... like me
I now hold two baccalaureate degrees

Retired now... but I came a long way to get here.

thank you for sharing this.

share it....