As I Stand Tall

Sun, 07/19/2015 - 15:38 -- BlessMe

The next four ears start here.

Take a deep breath as you walk through the gray doors.

Hear the roar of the upperclassmen as you walk through those doors.

 

Eyes are everywhere, watching your every move.

Talk to seniors, we wouldn't dare.

Talk to an old friend and the pressure ends.

 

New things to learn, affecting your decisions day after day.

Stressful schoolwork, and no time to play.

Overwhelming, boring..... you might as well cry.

 

You know that you might never be as good as the rest 

Everything here is always a test.

They say these years will be the best years of our lives

but it's just another few years of throwing knives.

 

Hold these memories close to your eart because one of these days they'll just fade apart.

This poem is about: 
Me

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