I don’t know why I am writing this poem
But it’s late at night and I am not as tired as before
Writing poems is like breathing for me
I love ‘em
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Scary movies,
You can watch ‘em
Get scared,
Feel paranoid,
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Teachers are like the air we breathe
Without it, there’s just no way to live
Teachers are like the gas pedal on a car
Without it, we can’t go on
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An old beat up
Guitar
Can be ugly
In a way
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When the internet is down
There is no one around
Can’t check your e-mail
And can’t even play a game
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When you’re tired
You get this feeling,
When you can’t keep your eyes open
Or you can’t walk
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Some of them aren’t your friends
They are backstabbers
Then again some of them are to there to give you a little push
To let you know they’re there for ya
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You can’t run or hide
There’s no place,
No matter where you go they’ll FIND YOU! ! !
It’s the teachers,
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Early in the morning I wake up
Trying to get some sleep
But I can’t
For 2 hours I lie in bed trying to ketch some sleep
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