Senior year is suppose to be grand
All you want is to walk across that stage
For your parents and friends to scream your name
For Mrs. Cathy Barns to hand you your ticket out of this town
No one prepares you for what's in between
The beginning of High school and Walking across that stage
The fact that I have to decide my life is goal before June 6th
Scares the living hell out of me
My life's past me by
And I'm praying to God it slows down
They say the future is so bright
Why isn't there a light at the end of my tunnel
Why is it so hard for me to make up my mind
Where did the time go?
I want it back
I don't think I'm ready to be grown
I don't think I can handle this world one own
I don't think I can walk across that stage
What is the future going to be like
Will I even survive see?
Do I have a chance outside this high school
Do I even stand a chance in this big cold world ?
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Keeping My Day Job
PuisiThis is a collection of poems I have written. Some of it is dark and demented. Others are about him and his crocked smile. And some are just dunking nights I don't remember and wadded up napkins scribbled on with words I can barely make out, I find...
