College Is Still High School


Boiled and viscous,
Thick sadness pours out my soul
Like hot maple syrup
Over stupid burnt Bisquick pancakes.

What on earth is wrong with this place?
Backwards, sideways and inside out,
The good ones are kicked, crushed,
Left out to rot
Like bouquets on graves.

I feel the weight of her pain
Like melting rubber
Draped over my shoulders.

They say girls go to college
To get more knowledge.

I say they just become colder.

I wish I never grew older.

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I am from Cleveland, OH, and am currently a sophomore at Colgate University in NY. I am a political science major and I have always been passionate about creative writing. After attending several poetry and spoken word events on campus, I was inspired to begin writing my own poetry. This particular poem was inspired by a series of difficult situations I found myself in throughout the past year. Writing this piece allowed me to express my immense frustration and anger toward the warped college culture that many young people have become immersed in.