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Senior Year

Deals with Struggles

By Kalie Nicole DeBoerPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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Imaging just imagining the thought of being a senior.

Being a senior and letting them all know me a cheerleader.

A cheerleader a senior cheerleader,

Just the thought of being a senior, my last year.

So excited that I made cheerleading,

then just then my dreams came crashing down.

Me, imagine me, a varsity cheerleader for two years,

and now me, me of all people on JV for cheerleading.

Why me? The cheerleaders from last year all made varsity.

So why not me? Did I do something wrong?

Why does it seem always seem like nothing goes right anymore?

God, why is this happening to me?

Why does it seem like nothing good happens anymore?

I see, I see, I'm not good enough anymore.

My life isn't worth much anymore, is it?

Senior year, senior year, what a joke it is.

sad poetry
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