A poem, because it has yet to click in my mind that i am bad at writing them! Lol…
Born on the first Sunday, of the fourth month,
Bonny and blithe, good and gay.
Father lacking in warmth,
Gone after a day.
Mother not right,
Caring but careless.
Eight years later, days lacking in light,
Mother is gone, life is a mess.
And another four years,
Antisocial, and buried in books.
No time for tears,
Or sympathetic looks.
Seven years have now passed,
And middle school is over.
In a new cafeteria we amassed,
After only two months to recover.
Freshman year, new and frightening.
Only one friend, for almost half of the year.
Sophomore year, stress is lightening,
Caught my sister, chugging a beer.
Gave up cheerleading,
Not the best decision I’ve made.
Made a bunch of new friends while acting,
Swore never to get laid.
Last year now,
And then everything ends.
Without you guys, I don’t know how,
I couldn’t have survived without you guys as friends!