Senior Year
I shed many tears,
as I look back on my high school years.
A Senior this year,
full of nothing but fear.
Telling myself that it will be okay,
I could not wait for this day,
now I do not feel that way.
It went way to fast,
of course it was a blast,
not ready to put it in the past.
Will make this year my best,
more memories than the rest.
All the memories I will miss,
Senior Year I got this!
This poem is about:
Me