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When I was a FreshmanI’m a person who listenedto my teacher do shetold me what to do,at that time I knewhow to control myselfI was blended in withother teenagers,I’m easily to get alongwith many peoplesand classmateseven with friendsI was popular amongother teenagersMy teacher amazedhow good student I wasI do things withoutthey told me what to doI was a responsible and independentpersonknew how put smile on their faces includingmy teachersI bring so much positivityI was liked by many peoplesI also can meet my teacher’s high standardin the two final yearsI wasn’t personthey thought I wasI become unpopular,it hard for me to becomethe person I once were,when I was a Freshmanfeel everything around meall this time I was blended in withother teenagerswhen I fell outall of my senses were hurting medidn’t know I was bulliedcan’t listen to my teachercan’t meet her high standarddidn’t know people were talkingbehind my back,didn’t know I was humiliatedI can’t concentrate well enoughnobody helped me,I felt tired and overstimulatedby everything around medidn’t know what happen to meused to listen to my teacherbefore in two final yearsI can’t,is my teacher wanted me to be perfect?why she wanted me to control myself?am I perfect a student?am I like other teenagers be perfect every time?why she wanted me to control my teenage hormones?am I a perfectionist like other teenagers?I don’t think so,my academic studies wasn’t that greatmy grades weren’t going so wellI didn’t pressure myself to be perfectam I control by my teacher to be perfect?Now, whatever both of my parentsargue with each other in front of me orbehind my backaffected how I think of myself.
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