Emotions are whirling
Stress finds me everywhere
Sometimes I just want to be alone
I don't know how much of this I can bear

"Be involved in clubs! Get good grades!
Have community service time to lend?
Social life is a must!"
When will this ever end?

18 is getting closer
Yet responsibility is so far away
Time to get a job
Since college is too hard to pay

Scholarships are the key
But then again, there are so many
I hope I'm chosen
Out of a million and ninety

Choosing the right major
Hmm... what could it be?
Business? Art? Law? Acting?
Stress, I beg you to stop following me

Everyone looks up to me
Everyone expects me to be the best
Don't they realize its hard to be perfect?
Especially when I freak out at stupid tests?

So here's my way of survival
Through humor and rhyming
I'll reach the peak of success
Even if its some tough rock climbing