Those weary eyes tell
Much more than a
Boring school tale
Being caring isn't a chore
It comes as naturally as a
Genuine laugh; like family
Words can make or break
How people see you.
So don't follow the rules
Because they're meant to be
Broken, not spoken
Being a senior is hard-work;
Expectant young ones want to see
You lead them to a bright future
Recess, a storytelling session;
Trying to solve the
Mind-boggling equation
Of friendship & trust
Arguments flare up
So easily between friends,
But letters search softly
For sincere forgiveness
Cursing behind people's backs
A hug to seal a sisterly promise
Anger flitting through strained eyes
The beautiful life of being young




I found myself thinking of school and everything related to it penned beautifully in this poem. 

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