I see these boys and girls like kings and queens Strutting through the hallway of the school And I want to laugh at these majesties of only eighteen For building themselves up into nothing but fools All the others worship them for getting drunk and partying And then sitting home afterwards utterly alone And then back at school they reign again as kings As if wasting your life away deserves a throne But I see them as nothing more than legends who cannot stay Nothing more than a show performed by clowns No more than ghosts who only feel alive when they hurt others in what they say As they strut the school halls with their paper crowns And paper is all they are, only what they've cut out for themselves to wear There is no true power that they hold, And I know since I braved their show, there is a place for me out there somewhere, Where I will rise with a crown of gold. -anna sluder