Realization

This poem was written by: Erica.

I always wanted relief
to escape the worries
of now.

It had never occurred
To me that I might
Miss it.

That I might miss
This own personal
Fiery Hell.

But I realize
That it has become
Oddly Familiar.

I realize, that
It has become a comfort
Of sorts.

I realize that
It has become a
Daily Routine.

I always wanted relief,
But my eyes have
opened, and

I realize that I will miss it.
My own personal
Fiery Hell.

"Dedicated to my time at school."

Author's Note

2020 update: turns out I don't really miss it at all. Highschool sucks and everything i did there, including all of my poetry, was pretty cringe