The Shaping School Struggle

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.

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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