Sleepless nights and dull eyes;
Assignments due and paralyzed.
I felt forlorn at day's end
With a paper heart and a pen.
Music notes through blood veins
Helped me cope with these pains.
People came; people went
I lived on courage that they sent.
Papers to type and projects due,
I had to learn as time flew:
To organize is a must,
Or my skills would start to rust.
High school truly taught me all;
Math, music, how much "weight" to haul...
The ride was rough, often hard to bear
Though, it proved I'll be "me" anywhere.