School
The end is near,
The growing fear.
Everything we know
not being fed like a crow.
All I’ve known for the past 13 years
is going to end in tears.
The last 6 months are going fast,
all the memories are soon to be in the past.
I know I’ve complained
groaned and moaned.
It will always remain in my heart,
even though it tried to tear me apart.
I’ve learnt a lot,
just the beginning of the plot.
A resourceful tool
yes that’s right it’s school.
Copyright © Jane Doe | Year Posted 2015
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