The next four years start here.
Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors.
Hear the feet pounding the floors.
Eyes are watching, everywhere.
Look at the seniors, we wouldn't dare.
Talk to old friends, the pressure ends there.
Decisions and choices, always in the way.
Affecting your future, day by day.
New things to learn, always a delay.
Stressful schoolwork and pressure to try.
They say always give 110%, but you just ask why?
Overwhelming, bored...you just want to cry.
Sports, pressuring you to do your best.
But you know you will never be as good as the rest.
Everything here is always a test.
They say these years will be the best years of our lives,
but others may think it's just another few years of throwing knives.
So hold onto the memories already made,
because soon it will all fade.
Poem About High School Memories
The beeping of my alarm clock sounded like a countdown to my first day of High School which was only two exciting hours away. I developed mixed emotions as I started to think about the...
Published: November 2012