The Leader

by Maranda   Mar 4, 2006


If only they knew how hard it is for me, I'm turning 17 and the whole world i begin to see
my friends begin to change right before my eyes
and now they seem to laugh and tell all sorts of lies
they hang around together of groups of 3 and 4
and the language they use isn't so gentle anymore
the kids that seem lonely wind up in their pack
and those that stand alone, talk behind their back
I've watched just a few fade away, with drugs and alcohol,
and many more too many to recall
alcohol is an option for everyone I'm my school
I've lost a friend to it, i will not be a fool
and sex seems so open, for everyone to explore
the girls i know that came to my school don't come here anymore
if i could only make a difference what could i do or say?
i would go to school, and try my best each and everyday
there is one thing I'd like to do before i graduate
I'd like to touch them one by one before it is too late

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