I took a deep breath as I enter the school,
with wondering eyes, I don't know what to do.
I can't speak, I can't talk.
Strangers around me, unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar voices.
Eyes are watching everywhere.
At the end of the day, I told stories to my friends.
With an awkward moment to see the seniors around the campus.
Another year passed, and now I am in the 8th grade.
New building, new books, new teachers.
Its another year to be fulfilled, with different subjects to learn.
Can I survive the pressure?
And now, I'm in the 9th grade,New building, new books, new teachers.
Its another year to be fulfilled, with different subjects to learn.
Can I survive the pressure?
I survived last year's pressure of expectations.
Stressful home works and projects,
Teachers say, why don't you give your best?
They say these years will be the best,
just don't make a mess and strive hard.
In high school, everything is always a test of knowledge,
test of experiences and confidence.
Can you survive the pressure? Because I can.





nice poem. i liked the way you said that you can survive the pressure because i think you can really do it :))
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