Middle school days are a curious thing
A stark difference from the first bell ring
Far from the heady grade school days
Middle school begins with a hint of malaise
Gone are bright backpacks and birthday treats
Replaced with grunts, sighs, and stinky feet
No longer is a parent a trusted friend
Instead you’ve become a means to an end
A ride to practice, a way to subsist
But other than that, you shouldn’t exist
They’d rather not reveal they have parents at all
Especially when they’re dropped off at the mall
Your presence becomes the height of embarrassment
And homework inquiries are straight up harassment
Why must you know where his homework is
Or why she got a D on that quiz
Grade school kids had hugs and smiles
And brought home colorful artwork piles
Middle schoolers shrug and smirk
And try to explain wads of homework
Alas, it’s a moody, hormonal time
As they continue their adolescent climb
But lest middle school days have you feeling blue
Remember there is always the promise of high school
