here a poem in high school that i found when clean my room lol HIGH SCHOOL LIFE Freshmen year Thinking am I welcome to the show I’m new and scared and don’t know where to go I try my best to be noticed on stage but no one cares because I’m only fourteen in age so I have no friends and I’m all alone and I’m pissed because its four whole years until I’m gone I annoy everyone because I think I’m so cool and a degenerate guy because dude I’m in high school I wish I knew then what I know now. Sophomore year I’m welcome back but this year I’m on the wrong track I act out by smoking weed and do stuff for attention and I get punished with more than detention I’m young and new why can’t party and why are they so mean? I made few friends. There are people who like me for being me not someone that I’m not now it’s lonely two months intermission I need to do something but who cares? Junior year I come realization that I can’t win but this year there’s something new I met a girl and new love grew I’m going to make her love me and be the person she want to see alone with that I made true friends friendship that I hope will never end. For this act that mostly it best friends and lonely love gives me reason to not quite in life almost done! I can’t wait. A lonely date with no one there to tell them how I feel. Senior year On the final act and I’m forced to face the fact it’s almost done over and I don’t know what to do my days in this prison are growing few I’m a new man than I was the year prior of old me I began to tired of the old way getting skinny and style and better taste gives me hope for one of problems with which I’m faced will she love me? Should I ask her to marry me? I can’t see the truth through the love mask I found out she could love me. If I were my best friend you can imagine that suck to no end this is where blade meets skin and all myself destruction will began I cut and burn and punch is there anyone? Some help? Then I get the balls to end it all. But I fail this is nothing new in my pathetic tale now I’m freaking out about graduation I don’t know if I can handle a real world life’s creation I won’t be able to function in the real world into confusion and fear I’m going to be hurled I can’t really say that it’s been fun End of the final act. Its over…I’m done what do I do I have no backup plan? Now I hear the wall yell “man you get your act together you’re a grow man welcome to the real life.”
Posted on: Mon, 05 Aug 2013 17:30:03 +0000
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