User blog:Forestpaw13/End of 8th Grade - Poem

My creepy Language Arts (English) teacher decided to have us write a poem about our three years in Middle School. So... here it is. Enjoy! (BTW: it got "this is so cute, awesome!" and a 100%)

Brink of destruction.  My success is on  the edge  of a cliff.  It’s about to fall, along with me.  Me? I can’t scream. I can’t call for help.  I don’t trust.  This is sixth grade,  the first of three years like this.  Or, that’s what I think  by the end. But during?  I see people, pushing by, not bothering to help me. <BR> I don’t trust. <BR> Not one of them. <BR>

I think,<BR> I have to pull myself up<BR> So I do. <BR> In seventh grade. <BR> Seventh grade is a time of growth. <BR> Getting used to it. <BR> I tell myself <BR> to find new friends<BR> and to not be alone. <BR> To not search the crowd<BR> but to walk through it <BR> confidently. <BR> I have to pull myself up<BR> I think. <BR> But I also know about time. <BR> And time <BR> takes time. <BR>

I grasp the edge of the cliff<BR> and my new friends<BR> pull with all their strength.<BR> And I am over the cliff. <BR> Standing tall. <BR> I can push through the crowd<BR> and laugh with shining eyes<BR> and see<BR> the end. <BR> And I think,<BR> I am too late!<BR> And I see<BR> another beginning. <BR> Not so late anymore, am I? <BR> No, my friends say. <BR> You aren’t late.<BR> You’re just on time.<BR> I see the end of an era. <BR> The beginning of another.