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People said that high school goes by in a flash,
But we never really believe them.
Until it’s the day of Graduation and it hits you like a ton of bricks.
We’re happy that the day is finally here,
But at the same time you can feel heartbroken, seldom, and frustrated.
This is bitter sweet in a sense.
This marks to beginning to a new life,
Yet the end of your own childhood
No more getting tucked in at night,
No more goodnight kisses’,
No more acting like a child.
The time to grow up is now
But what if we don’t want to?
What if you just want to hold on just a little longer?
But the only things you have now are the memories,
The memories that have molded you
Into the young adult you see yourself as of today.
Our parents having been preparing us for this day our whole life.
Now that it’s actually here, we wish it wasn’t.
They cry tears of joy to applaud the hard work,
And sadness about their little girls and boys growing up.
Holding back the tears not to seem weak,
But now we can only hold them for so long,
It’s like a waterfall of emotions pours out.
As we walk across that stage
The gowns blowing in the summer wind,
It feels as if the wind draws us closer to the middle of the stage,
Giving us that extra push we need to make it.
Shaking the swift hand of our principal,
A man we barely know,
But at the same time we have known him our whole high school career.
Grabbing that piece of paper signifies the adulthood
We enter with open arms and open hearts,
Saying good-bye to the part of us that dies and is reborn in a second.
Get ready cause she’s coming.
Sooner than later.