Puppet strings

You can not climb a mountain without slipping on a few rocks

You can not  drive on a road without hitting a few bumps

You can not survive highshool without knowing what to do

 

You walk around the halls of jumbled wispers,unwante rumors,and words o dismay

you hold on tight to the ones trust when all of a sudden the strings cut

both of you going seperate ways with the emotions left unsaid

 

one thing that has been taught in the world of Highschool

is that you never hit rockbottom

because you still are standing up.

 

So you lost a few friends and drowned in rumors

but you never will sufficate 

you will only become stronger.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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