Senior Year

My senior year Was spent here At Brawley high school These four years have me feeling like a fool Between grades, drama and rumors The stress is going to give me an ulcer or tumors Things have never really been good or well All I've ever wished for is for everything to be swelling Why can't life and school be balanced and simple? All these questions and stress have given me a pimple! Some days are completely filled with sad sighs Because it's ridiculous and useless to try and figure out guys! When it came to homework I was always lazy Not that I smoke but some days went by a little hazy I'm not considered "cool' because i don't like to party But I never pulled in the grades to be considered a "smarty" Graduation is upon us, it's coming so soon Only three weeks away on the 13th of June Before graduation, our futures, with our own house We need to spend a little time hanging out with Micky Mouse After BUHS I plan to play golf for Palomar It's away from home but not too far As you can tell I'm no poet This poem is cheesy and we both know it