Friends Poem by Alyshia Parker

we all hate it but there is no way out of it unless you dropp out.
we make friends as we go along the years but they don't last for long.
the teachers find ways into getting use through the years.
we never think about the way we look at the building as we get off the bus.

the students pick on us but they are just jealous that we are better than them.
'they need more friends' is what we think but we do not say it out loud.
we have enough friends to back us up but they will never talk behind our back.

when we graduate from school we never seem to lose touch.
they will always be your true friends and they will trun to you when they need something.