adventures of a typical high school student

Welcome back everyone!

I’m hoping I figured out how to format my poems so the lines are split as I intended them on here, so bear with me as I switch back to the “normal” formatting. Per usual, I have another poem to share with you all! The topic for this one kind of came to me out of nowhere; it was one of those poems where I just felt like writing and the words started to write themselves. I sincerely hope you enjoy.

growing up where the grass is greener only makes
the rest of the world feel grey. it's easy to get used 
to smelling the roses, but it's hard to leave. except 
maybe it's not. because i don't like this type of
perfection and i'm dying to get out of here but it's
hard because everyone looks at you like you're crazy
when you want to leave such a beautiful place

but all this place has taught me is to see the ugly
because no matter how amazing my home is
supposed to be, i can't let myself like it. that
would be acceptance, and i refuse to accept a life
here. i'm going to go far, far away. it's not an if, 
it's a when, how, and where

I believe the formatting worked out since I used the “verse” option- how perfect for poetry! If not, I’ll be trying something else out next time I post a poem. I would appreciate it so much if you wouldn’t mind leaving me a comment to give me some feedback on this poem, or thinking of a writing challenge for me to use in a future post! Thank you in advance 🙂

Brooke