HIGH SCHOOL
High school is certainly,
a complex condition.
It starts off,
as a simple audition.
Right from the hello,
you're instantly judged.
Followed by pressure,
and repeatedly nudged.
Plenty of homework,
to polish each skill.
Some of your friends,
just want you to chill.
Stick to your values,
you personally vowed.
With patience and time,
you'll locate your crowd.
Try to remember,
it's just a few years.
No point of spilling,
all of those tears.
High school is certainly,
a complex condition.
Keep it real,
and finish your mission.
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