Wait

In high school, someone told me to wait -

That in two short years, the tides would change.

"Cool kids" would be nobodies, drug dealers, criminals.

Trading parties for textbooks would earn more than a sneer.

Teasing endured for budding uniqueness would build character.

It seemed worthless at the time, and I hated the imbalance.

I felt myself slipping, waiting vainly for exhilaration,

Doubting the world could revolve on such a tilt.

But now, I find, that somebody was right.