I'm 1 year out of high school

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I'm 1 year out of high school

Everyone is far ahead of me

Looking back school was cruel

I was trying to get some sleep

I couldn't manage to then

But back then I had friends

At Least I thought I did

While I was still in school

I wasn't popular but kinda thought i was cool

I don't get many texts now but I still have friends

I wake up still tired even though I sleep in

And I wake up kinda cold

I hate feeling old

And I keep telling everybody that I'm doing great

They trust me completely when I say

I'm fine. I know I was lost but now I'm found

It's fine because I've got it all figured out

I'm 1 year out of high school

With a really messy mind

I know I said I thought I was cool

But now I think I lied

I say I'm doing fine

But underneath I'm not alright

I'm so overwhelmed

I just hope you can't tell

I’m only 1 year out of high school

And my bedroom is still a mess

There's just so much that sounds cool

That I haven't done just yet

Compared to everybody else, it looks like I'm not doing so well

If life's a test, I've most definitely failed

They said I'm doing just fine

I try to see it, but I find it hard to tell

I know I've done wrong but I've also done right

I probably should just take it slow

I'll be all good but I know

The one thing that's important above everything else

Is to learn not to put all this heavy pressure on myself

I try to believe it when I say

"If I'm gonna make it happen, I'm gonna do it my way"

I'll be fine

I've got time

That's where I'm at

And that's cool

Just one year

One year out of high school

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  • Poetic Licence

    You have plenty of time to still enjoy being young and then to make it happen, enjoyed the read

  • sorenbarrett

    A time of turmoil and decisions that one is not ready to make. An existential crisis in who one is and what one wants to be. A raw poem from the heart that is felt as it is read. It runs so well and has rhyme that dies out at the end as if the mind can not make the decision as to what to do next. It fits well with the poem. Well done.



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