The Time of Our Lives?
High school, a time composed of fun and memories,
So why does one bully and cheat.
We all compete, each with our own accessories.
We judge each other down the halls without even thinking,
We rush to a fight just to see someone get beat.
Teenagers should be making friends, not enemies.
We should be joining together, not falling apart.
High school should be a time of high spirits with close friends.
So why are we all fighting when we should be having the time of our lives.
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