The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

Get out of school.

I feel like high school is not for me,
That I should start studying on my own and undertake,
Summer will be a beginning for a new me,
I hope that I take it and not leave it.

Looking in the mirror recording herself,
Who is that body you want to show for,
Just to have memories of myself, while she is looking at the other self,
He knows there is more, something more like terror.

You run out of tears when they ignore you,
But you can have depression and not cry,
You know I care about you,
But I can't continue with this illusion that makes me dry.

You told me not to get my hopes up,
You know I haven't,
They remain the same as before, infinites,
So I won't do it.

Because school usually wastes your time,
But anyway, your family and yourself, or your friends make you lose it,
Until you turn eighteen, have money to become independent, manage your time and do not let yourself be carried away by love, you will not be a millionaire carefree men,
So take your rhymes,
The time will come.