High School

I was a freshman when I wrote this....so long ago!And I guess I've found this poem to be true and yet...false.

I left junior high
A year ago
My colorful nails
Where did they go
I see right through
This small high school
Every girl there
Has a french manicure
And I'm one of the few
Who chooses a black hue
What did I expect
From a high school