The Ticking Clock
The clock's ticking, but which direction will I go? Life's passing me by, but I don't know where to run. Where do I start on this road? The road that lays ahead is my future of my life so I need to make the right choices, but life is pressuring me. Drugs and dropping out of school is what seems to be cool. Most of my friends have done it, but my mom says no. Will I be uncool? My mom so unfaifr maybe I should run away John did, but he died a few months later, drug overdose, got with the wrong crowds. They ran away from there family to. But maybe I should listen, my mom might acgually just care, and want me to make somthing of myself. I went to school and chose my moms advice, I came back to see my old friends, two died, one in jail, and the rest work at the grocery. I guess I made the right choice and went to school and didn't follow the crowds that thought they was cool.
poem by Angela Ratley
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