Write a poem about school memories!

Growing up.

The next four years start here.

Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors.

Hear the feet pounding the floors.

Eyes are watching, everywhere.

Look at the seniors, we wouldn't dare.

Talk to old friends, the pressure ends there.

Decisions and choices, always in the way.

Affecting your future, day by day.

New things to learn, always a delay.

Stressful schoolwork and pressure to try.

They say always give 110%, but you just ask why?

Overwhelming, bored...you just want to cry.

Sports, pressuring you to do your best.

But you know you will never be as good as the rest.

Everything here is always a test.

They say these years will be the best years of our lives,

but others may think it's just another few years of throwing knives.

So hold onto the memories already made,

because soon it will all fade.

- Alan Becker

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