high school is rough
you got to be tough
chillin with friends
till class begins
boys look at you
you feel there true
you said class work was hard
so every one calls you a retard
you better dress right
for the cool kids are on sight
it is so hard to go through school
then find out they still don't think your cooll
they dont care for you
there not there for you
you have to know that one day they'll be gone
and you can go on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem