High School

The town I went to high school in was definitely original. For me, it wasn't a matter of if I liked it or not, it was more about the fact that i never thought I fit in. Maybe I thought too much about the future, or wrote too much, or ate too much organic food and didn't go hunting enough. What ever the reason, I felt like I could never quite find my group. So I was always on the outside, not ready to leap, afraid that if I did, I might end living someone elses story.   

I look down.

Boots

Muddy, scuffed

old

Students wear them

With out a care in the world

Here in the country

You’re more of an outcast

The more you try

To fit in

Here in the valley

People see you as strange

 If you don’t drive a truck

Or if mud isn’t stuck

On your bumper.

I look up

Faces

Faced with pressure

Alcohol.

Friday nights.

Parents farm here

Violence end most family fights

Getting kicked off the team

Is the greatest worry

They grow here

And then there’s no hurry

To leave this town

To start out on their own

It's not much

I can

Assure ye.