Stress & Release
School gives me a pencil and a backpack
School gives me a heatstroke and a heart attack
I feel this great weight on my shoulders
I feel like I'm carrying ten boulders
This weight cannot be seen by the human eye
This weight resides within only my mind
Time to grow up and be a big boy
Time to throw away all my baby toys
My age has come, it's almost over
My age is growing, I'm almost a voter
I see an education ahead of me
I see college as somethings that's scary
But life has been so good these four years
But life is about learning to face your fears
This poem is about:
Me