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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 3:50 pm
I know I may be impatient
I can’t help what I do
And I doubt you would
Last a day, if you were to walk in my shoes.
The stress I seem to bear, is belittled with my
Attitude. And at this you may ask why.
Perhaps I’ll tell you.
School, chores, sports and clubs
All a high school thing.
But helping with my family
Is no tiny thing.
I wake them up and feed the cat
Basic chores if nothing else,
But they’re a burden on my back,
When time is flying by.
I need to do my homework,
Maintain a social life too.
I need to stop the drama
That’s alrighty started to brew.
I am just a teenage girl,
Nothing too extraordinary,
With an overachievers mind.
So I put myself to work, and
Though I may complain,
I would not trade my life
For another’s anyday.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 4:16 pm
Nicely written. It's good and it says what it wants to say. The only possible negative I can find is that I really can't feel it much, but I know what it's saying.
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