Graduation
My chest begins to swell
As stress fogs up my mind
Sometimes I want to yell
As I quickly find
The end of school has almost reached its time
It gets closer and closer
The pressure starts to build
Sometimes I want to boil over
As my head starts to get filled
With the sound
The pound
The audience's voices
Kids talking about their choices
The principal announces
Every kid bounces
Up and down the stage
We can't believe today
Graduation has come
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