It's twenty-seventeen
Though I ain't seventeen
Yet I'm a teen
Baby I'm eighteenGood Lord it's already matric
But I'm tiny as a tick
Though then I'm tall as a stick
Worry less it's not a trickOctober is approaching already
And I swear I'm not ready
To be all careful and tidy
Yet I'm willing to studyMathematics I see you on core
Because then I'm eager to score
Well, my siblings I will scare
If I put my English on coreSo, English I'm craving for higher level
Mom I'm not afraid to fail
Dad I'm neither scared to fall
'cause my mind is extremely tallFarewell high school I'm going to UNAM
'cause then I have a very big dream
To pass it'll honestly come
Guys be prepared to meet me
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a teen girl
PoetryPoems of a teen girl living her world and rather trying to find a way out of life's falls.