My 9th grade year
is rushing past me
leaving me dizzy and confused
but I don't give a damn
Friends which aren't many
stand by me everyday
they think I am strong
tough as a street fighter
that I could never fall
If that were really the case
then life wouldn't be too bad
But can't anyone see?
Human is what I am
However, fearless is who I am
I know this because I walk the school hallways
with no a worry in the wall
I don't care about the whispers
and gawking glances
I don't even care about......never mind
Yet, my 9th grade year
taught me being scared
and actually caring about something
is sometimes healthy
but not a weakness
I am tough and fearless
but just as soft too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem