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So I


So I was one of those

Who never had a free lunch,

I sat inside, finishing work,

Revising for mocks,

Since I'd started High school,

While everyone else I knew played out.

 

I skipped camp

 - what use whould that be?

And year on year,

I became better and better.

 

So there came exams,

And I was one of the ones who danced through

 - It wasn't easy; bullocks if I'd said that!

But I wasn't one to be stressed.

 

Eventually I pulled through:

no, I sailed with flying colours!

(Yes, I'm even using a gesture of happiness,

Me!)

And custodiously accepted to

The college of my dreams,

The UCAS loving programmes

And then university;

Oh, how I'd waited for that.

 

So, I managed to pull by in that

 - A whole five years - 

Living on my own for two

(Nearly nowhere at one point!)

 

And what I got out of it,

You may ask?

Well:

unemployment and debts are the answers

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Lizaf Asifan

Hey, I'm seventeen, and many of those years have been spent devouring Italian mint chocolate chip ice-cream. I love Italian mint chocolate-chip ice-cream. You should really know that: that I LOVE ITALIAN MINT CHOCOLATE CHIP ICE-CREAM (okay, I think you get the picture now, huh?).

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