Behind The Eyes of Sophomores

Freshman are nervous for their first year of high school
Seniors are excited for graduation
Juniors are happy to finally be upperclassmen
But what about sophomores?
 
The short end of the stick is where sophomores meet
Coming from the breeze of freshman year
We are not expecting the hit of the tornado of 10th grade
 
It begins with the fresh start
The sigh of relief from not being the “babies”
Little did we know the horrors that unfold
 
As curriculum intensifies and deadlines grow nearer
We all sweat and panic in budding fear
 
Long sessions of endless work and studies
Just to get the C on your red test paper
Where does it end?
It feels as if it never will
 
Some days you’re just numb
A soulless body filled with empty thoughts
A mindless worker trying to get by
Feelings are an afterthought
 
Walking through the halls of hell
Where whispers float through the air
And eyes judgmentally stare
Can we find a way out of here?
 
As each day passes we push on
Hoping for junior year to follow through
But as our clocks slowly tick
Our hope continues to reduce
 
But at least we know the day will arrive
When the sun sets on the class of 2025
Juniors we are to become