The Individualist
The individualist was similar to a stray cloud
He was never one to follow the crowd
In his uniqueness he was very proud
He liked rock, R&B, classical but not country music
Occasionally techno when he was feeling lethargic
Insatiable was his sweet tooth, craving candies like sweetarts
And he still clung to his videogames like Kingdom Hearts
His friends would describe him as the funny, eccentric guy
As a toddler his first spoken words were “apple pie”
Because of his love of food he learned to cook
On weekends he’s usually working, golfing, or on Facebook
The word indecisive perfectly fits the individualist
He was split between careers in film or to be a forensic scientist
He considered anything but school to be his forte
Despite that he still did very well, surprisingly, some would say
And now that his last high school year is slowly inching away
He is impatiently waiting for that day, a little after May
Until then he’ll probably be doing Friday’s homework on Sunday night
But as the year goes on he must try not to give in to senioritis with all his might
This individualist’s high school journey has been long, but the end is in sight