A High School Transition

A dark past of pain 

Everyone as my bane

Old friends  gone and now lost

Trying to make amends without a cost

Freshmeat as they called me

And as it were, it shall be

Softy sophomore, entering new territory

New school, no one knew of my story

Only for faith to be restored 

No longer was I bored

To have new found friends

To keep through all the twist and bends

A senior now, with trust and happiness

For change that has been seen in three years, to those whom have beared witness 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Eduardo Arnido Nabor Jr.

I like this! It was like my high school life.

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