Try.

Everything seems to get harder.
Crying more, breathing gets more difficult
You forget to slow down, or you try too hard to make things right
boys get difficult, girls get immature
clothes are torn, fists are involved
8th grades over, high school starts
little girl dramas over, more complicated fights begin
cigarettes & alcohol are added
while clothes are subtracted
yelling begins
friendships end
blood is drawn
lives are lost
memories are trashed
memories are treasured
people change
people learn.



but you better believe, i'm trying.

Author's Note

I'm really not a bad kid, just trying to capture High School

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Life is a road of many test. Better to walk on good road and cherish life and the good things. Growing up is a test of many things. Remember to respect yourself and body. Some gifts are rare and can be given only once. Innocence and dreams are needed to keep us going forward in the right direction. A excellent poem.
Coyote

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thats good

thats exactly how high school.

you did a good job of capturing the real essence.

great poem. ^-^