Freshman Enthusiasm 08/29/07

This year is different,

its harder and makes me feel older,

shorter days thats almost bent,

seeing people pass me as I walk,

my freshman year is like a malk ,

you repeat the days over again,

truly beaten whats been said and done,

calmly saying time stood still,

baring moments trampling hall,

waiting for the price to pay,

hoping to leave not to stay,

definetly tired and really thrilled,

causing weird anger and deadly fights,

a craving day of mishaps and mights,

not doing one thing your supposed to do,

your asking questions like what and who,

freshman year is like your temple,

it may be hard,

it may be simple,

freshman year is beaten luck,

its like a busted,

rusted truck,

you look at me,

I look at you,

gazing eyes without a clue,

you dont know the difference from the thruth and a lie.

Just crawl in a hole and say 2 words and die. By:chelsey