Twelve Years Strong

I've been here for twelve years.

Little breaks.

High expectations.

What is this?

Oh yeah, it is called school!

It is dull most of the time.

I go because I have to.

Sit in a small area? 

And don't get me started about the lunches.

Yuck, why would anyone want to go?

Don't get me wrong, I love to learn.

But when people start rumors and bully you,

why even bother?

I've been twelve years strong, 

and still going on.



Guide that inspired this poem: 



My favorite part is being able to share my feelings about school and things I have been through throughout school.


I love writing, but i doubt anyone knows that.

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