My High School Years
People say high school are the best years of your life
But that's not true.
Throughout high school,
I lost friends,
I had to learn that I'd pay for school alone.
Freshman year I was still a kid,
I skipped and slacked off,
I learned more and more after every report card I needed to get it together.
Here I am as a senior now,
busting my ass in school while working 30 hours a week,
40 when there's no school,
it scares me.
Will I succeed?
I see my cassmates going out on the weekends while I work until late.
Maybe I didn't bust my ass enough in high school.
Here I am as a senior now,
wondering, hoping, praying
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