This poem was a class assignment. me and my friend keri wrote it. hope you like it and please feel free 2 write what u think in the comments section or by rating it. it will help us write better poem in the future.
I walk into my new,
But old school.
I hear the annoying bell.
And I realize Iâ??m late for school.
I enter the organized but hectic classroom.
Late.
My teacher yells at me silently, with her glare.
For little mistakes, she makes it a big deal,
I hand in my simply, difficult science project.
He accepts the beautiful work,
But responds to my late entrance by giving me an ugly look.
My friend has deserted me.
Just because the tough got going.
She has become my new enemy.
As I sit down quietly reading a book,
I hear the music of chatter and talk in the background.
I hate all the noise, but love the drama.
I love at the same time hate my teachers.
I enjoy my classes but suffer with my grades.
I donâ??t know why, but I guess it is because I am always Late.
I am still getting used to this school of opposites.
Where I do one thing and someone does the other.
Where everything seems to be a debate.
These are my fun but nasty friends
My new but old school.
Where I always seem to be late.
