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

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