First day, last day
First day of High School, a guppy in a frenzy of sharks
Left alone to fend for myself, trying to find the light in the dark
I am hungry for interaction, eager to be liked
But step onto a shark's territory, you're sure to be striked
Soon, my smooth scales turn into hideous bumps!
Leaking, greasy, gross looking lumps!
I am in a swarm of preditors hungry for prey
All of these fish are full of color but I am sadly grey
Finally, year's go by and I am suddenly one of them!
I feel powerful, strong, a true sparkling gem!
But I am not out for blood, not hunting for prey
I will accept guppy's in a new gentle way
Last day of high school, I'm now not alone
I embrace my scales with pride like a queen on her throne
But today's the day I've waited all my life for
I swim across that stage, take my diploma and sore!
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