After

Pressure, Pressure is what looms over me.

Growing up with sense and some type of task,

Forced to be the best I can be.

School covers the face of stress with a mask.

The future holds relief, I deeply need.

The choice is mine to decide. What’s next?

I will take the bull by its horn, and lead.

A chance to figure out, a time to flex.

A piece of mind is certainly given.

Down the road may seem far, but it is near.

A peaceful future which seems so thrilling.

Fate and Fortune is what I hold dear.

The bridge to the past will lastly shatter.

Now is the time to ask, what is after?

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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