Twelve Years Strong

I've been here for twelve years.

Little breaks.

High expectations.

What is this?

Oh yeah, it is called school!

It is dull most of the time.

I go because I have to.

Sit in a small area? 

And don't get me started about the lunches.

Yuck, why would anyone want to go?

Don't get me wrong, I love to learn.

But when people start rumors and bully you,

why even bother?

I've been twelve years strong, 

and still going on.

 

 

Guide that inspired this poem: 

Comments

aempaemp

My favorite part is being able to share my feelings about school and things I have been through throughout school.

aempaemp

I love writing, but i doubt anyone knows that.

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741