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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