Coming back to school was more bitter than sweet

I see an old friend that I lost contact with

Debated on saying hi and reconnect 

But with her kind smile hiding behind a mask 

I opted to avoiding her and her eyes

It reminds me of all of the laughter and banter during freshman year

Playing basketball and bus rides with friends

And although it was a good year, I remember failing almost all my classes.

Those memories slowly fades until I’m faced with familiar faces in junior year

At the time my only focus was avoiding the virus and good grades

So the high GPA made up for the distance that was building in between my friendships

And although my circle of people slowly shrunk

I was able to hand my report card right to my mom instead of trashing it.

Nowadays, I don’t even want to be here

They call it ‘senioritis’, my parents call it ‘laziness’, and I don’t care.

Failing photography class for not taking pictures or for not going to P.E. 

Senior year is okay. Nothing good or bad, just a waiting game now

It feels like it was just October yesterday, yet June still feels like a lifetime away

In a way, the walk across stage and getting your diploma scares me 

But I'll walk with a smile on my face and relief fills me with every step.