Hard choices
High school is hard, trying to find who you are
what you want to be, you could be a star
you have four long years, to figure this out
doing all you can, til you find your route
it can take weeks or years, but soon you know
who you want to be and how you can grow
Through the years, people come and go
til the one person or thing makes time slow
they come most when difficult decisions need to be made
during this process you can be afraid
with college and your career, your supposed to know
and although it’s hard, and you might feel low
but that one person helps ease the stress
you know your decision will be the best.
This person for me was Brittany.
a teacher at MSD in florida, she shares her experiences
online I found her story, in all the seriousness
she was optimistic, smiling still the happiness in Yellows
the decisions I faces suddenly were easy, I become more mellow
she made me realize I don’t need to be miserable to make money
I can do what makes me happy, now I find it funny
I had not taken my feelings and passions in to consideration
I am going to be an english teacher, regardless of others acceptability.
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