Bottom Of The Food Chain Poem by Khloe Chace

It's 8th grade and you're feeling great.
Just last year I as a sevie was hated.
Not for anything I personally did.
That year everyone told you that you were just a kid.

Eighth grade tries to boost your confidence.
Eighth grade is where you sit on the fence,
Between two different lives.
You can do anything there and not have your confidence whirl.

The graph plummets from there.
Down to the bottom of the food chain we dare.
With the feeding fish and plankton,
I would say as freshmen in high school, we fit right in.

'Look at that! Freeeeesh meat! '
The seniors and juniors attack us like shark treats.
To be ridiculed, embarrassed, ashamed,
Us being tortured to them is a game.

You just have to survive to get through.
But you have to have some fun along the way too.
Maybe year 9 is terrible and hard,
But don't live far behind prison bars.