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Life Is Tough By Ellie Finch
Life is tough–that’s what they say,
But they don’t know what it’s like every day,
To wake up in the morning and go to school,
Just so people can test you and prove you’re a fool.
The teacher says you obviously didn’t try,
But they don’t know you go to your room and cry.
You did put in effort, you did your part,
They just don’t understand you’re not that smart.
Then comes the pressure from your mum and dad,
Who are so clearly disappointed that your grades are bad.
You are punished and picked on for the rest of the year,
Because you finally gave up on the future career
That was once so close, but is now so distant,
However, your teachers and parents are still insistent.
It’s hard enough getting up and going to class,
Without the pressure and expectation that you have to pass.
The worst part, however, is not that you’re a disappointment,
It’s the permanent, never ending embarrassment
Of always failing and coming last,
Of never being good enough, your confidence dropping fast.
Everyone else seems to be doing just fine,
Their parents are all proud, unlike mine.
Honestly, I can’t think of a worse place than this,
When in reality it’s made out to be somewhere we should miss.
I won’t miss it, I’ll be glad to leave,
Five years wasted because failure is all I ever received.
I know it’s my fault and that I’m the one to blame.
I gave up so early on because I was ashamed.
To my family I’m a failure, and I’m a failure to myself,
Everyone’s high expectations only damaged my metal health.
If I ever have kids I will always try
To make sure the fear of failure is not the reason they ever cry.
People need to understand school’s no longer fun or good,
‘Cause some of us don’t fit in, although we wish we could.
Just A Normal Girl By Leanne Blount
I’d like to think myself as normal,
Just an ordinary girl.
But I’m not into butterflies,
I don’t do ballet twirls.
I hate wearing make-up,
No eye shadow or blush.
I don’t have time in a morning,
As I’m always in a rush.
I don’t wear fancy underwear,
Especially not a thong.
For all the girls who do out there,
I think it’s kind of wrong.
I don’t spend hours on the phone,
Just simply chatting away.
I only need to take five minutes,
On my hair everyday.
My room is not spotless,
My room is not a tip.
I don’t put powder on my nose,
I don’t give teachers lip.
I don’t go after every boy,
That I come across.
I don’t think I’m better than everyone,
Don’t think that I’m the boss.
I don’t walk with my breasts,
Held high up in the air.
I don’t try to shake my bottom,
Or twirl and flick my hair.
I just want to get through,
These taunting years of school.
I don’t care what you think of me,
I don’t care if I’m not ‘cool’.
And I do have a good time,
A laugh with all my friends.
I balance it with learning,
This is my beginning, not my end.