The End is Near
Everyday I wake up to go to school I try to act very cool
I'm never too cool for school.
I go there, they show their blows towards me
They make me turn soft as wool
I cry and cry, wishing that I can just fly away
But no I have a will and a way to stay
I may, I must
No matter how much they put me in disgust
No matter how much they make me wanna bust
I will stay
The end is near anyway
This poem is about:
Me
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