As I walk through the doors in a scary newschool,
I try to act grown-up, confident, cool.
If the other kids only knewhow scared I was inside,
they'd laugh, ridicule and criticize.
As I lookaround for familiar faces,
I find no one, and no empty spaces.
The bellrings, my heart skips a beat,
I take a step forward but I can't move myfeet.
I find my class and a friend of mine,
I take a breath and say tomyself, Everything will be fine.
The day comes to an end, things weren't thatbad.
I look back and forget about why I was so sad.
Two years go by, I'm ineleventh grade,
I'm thinking about my car, my boyfriend and the next time Iget paid.
When I think about life I think of my friends this year,
neveronce thinking about my future, my career.
Another year goes by, it's my senioryear,
I start to think about my future and I'm filled with fear.
I startstudying and doing well on my tests,
trying hard to finish my homework and domy best.
Getting my report card, seeing how I was affected,
thinking aboutmy college and hoping I was accepted.
Why didn't I think in my earlyyears,
and take my mind off my tempting peers?
It's time to graduate, tearsrunning down my face,
thinking about my childhood, rushing it like arace.
What happened to my petty fears,
my pigtails, bruises, my teddybears?
As I walk up the stairs I look out to my friends,
and faking a smileI know this is the end.
I accept my diploma with tears in my eyes,
andrealize we had the time of our lives.
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