The time each teen can't wait to get to
freedom, older kids, cars, relationships
So many of them can not wait
The time when you need your friends to help you through
Four years of pure fun
Four years of total deviation
Four years of gossip
And four of rumors
The people you don't expect are your closest friends
Knives in the back, people who talk
Is this what you thought?
How you really wanted it to be
So much stress, So little respect
Always thinking; am I "cool"
Do I fit in; what do people really think
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Brittany Walker (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, September 28 2005, 07:55 pm|
i really injoyed this poem i really think it a very true poem too...i totally agree with you with everything in this poem that you have written....good job later days
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