Comfortably Numb

I don’t love school.

I don’t hate it all the time

but I hate it enough to say

I don’t like it.

I like one class

and goofing off during study hall

instead of doing my work.

I don’t love school

but I almost feel a sense of comfort 

when I’m there.

It’s not even because of my friends.

I don’t have a lot of friends

but I have enough.

With most of my classmates

it’s a matter of

“friendly but not friends”.

But maybe the comfort comes from

my favorite class

or my favorite teacher

or a sports game

or just the thought of going home.

Or maybe it’s the familiarity

of each step

each route

each classroom

that I spend all year gaining

just for it all to disappear again in August

and I walk in

feeling like I’ve never been there before.