The last year, one last chance to make a mark.
My mark, what will it be? I am just discovering
who I am and I feel it's too late. Days keep going,
I try to come to terms with it. For me, high school is ending.
Friends go separate ways, ones that I have just made,
this hardly seems fair. Things were just beginning
to go right for me. I had gotten better,
realized that dreams were dreams and not reality,
and they will stay that way. Unless I make a mark.
I switched masks between my Sophomore and Junior years,
coming out from a cocoon of my own making and becoming
me. But all good things come to an end.
Winter, spring, and summer will fade
and I must start all over again. A new start, new friends,
a new place to make a mark.