People hate it,

People thank it,

But I hate high school,

The way people have to act cool,

And how people have groups,

Like those people in the hoods,

The poplars and geeks,

The people the poplars call freaks,

The snobs who are rich,

And the ones who bitch,

The one's who can have a good time,

And laugh when they rhyme,

My groups not like them,

We have true friends,

That's the best thing about high school,

When you're with your friends there are no rules,

Don't get me wrong some things are fun,

So far I've had a good run,

I hope you liked my poem!