Susannah Maher

7th 8th And 9th Grade - Poem by Susannah Maher

7th,8th, and 9th grades alike you feel like your screwed,
You feel like you've been sentanced to one long life of crap,
And everyone treats you like one big sap,
Most people wished that they had a map,
So they could survive and never go back.

Nobaody likes you or gets who you are,
But some day you'll have friends that number the stars,
They'll stand by your side,
They won't run away or try to go hide,
Some day you'll just click and the friends who were chosen,
Will never some day come to be frozen.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 28, 2008

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