S.O.S. of a 12th Grader

Emotions are whirling Stress finds me everywhere Sometimes I just want to be alone I don't know how much of this I can bear "Be involved in clubs! Get good grades! Have community service time to lend? Social life is a must!" When will this ever end? 18 is getting closer Yet responsibility is so far away Time to get a job Since college is too hard to pay Scholarships are the key But then again, there are so many I hope I'm chosen Out of a million and ninety Choosing the right major Hmm... what could it be? Business? Art? Law? Acting? Stress, I beg you to stop following me Everyone looks up to me Everyone expects me to be the best Don't they realize its hard to be perfect? Especially when I freak out at stupid tests? So here's my way of survival Through humor and rhyming I'll reach the peak of success Even if its some tough rock climbing