Graduation Poem
Todays this so-called big day.
I haven't slept,
and I started my day being a drunken mess.
Rehersal went well.
As the countdown decreased, so did the rum.
I was still nervous as you can tell.
I was all dolled up, ready to strut.
Perfectly straight hair, and blood shot eyes.
The lack of sleep made me a nuisance, questions began to rise.
All I can do is deny, all I could do is lie.
I had a blast, I felt so strange.
It had nothing to do with the drugs, nor the rum.
It was me, this step, my life was starting to change.
by What happens when the song ends
