It's crazy,
Isn't it?
How the first 3 years
You're building an image,
Fighting for those grades.
And the 4th year,
You're juggling so much,
As it's passing by so quickly,
With so many events happening.
It's weird to think about
Who's still going to stay
Afterwards,
And how you'll end up,
And who will your character will be.
Then you're left with adulthood.
Another adventure,
And challenge,
You'll soon have to face.
YOU ARE READING
The words I keep inside
PoetryFeelings from Me, You, Her, Him, we... Feelings that we feel, and are not seen... When our sun is covered, and we wish to die.... Something shines from another light... We look to the sky, and have little hope.... Then our sun shines again, with mor...
