In the beginning, we were all virtual
In the Beginning, virtual was the worse
Finishing The Eighth Grade Virtually-
Was Hard.
Starting Freshman Virtually Was Nerveweking
But I did amazing virtually
In-person is now hard
I’m afraid to ask for help
I’m afraid to fail an assignment
So I just don’t turn it in
I’m in every club you can
Think of it so I don’t have
Time for homework
I’m an entrepreneur
I don’t have time
To work on my
Business
I have no friends
So what’s the point
Of being here
School takes 8
Hours of my day
And there home
Work tends to
Take 8 more
I have no time
For me so I
Wallow in
Depression
School now
Feels like jail
to me nobody
Hears or feels
my pain
In the end
Virtual is for me
But there’s
Just One Thing
I’ll never
Have the opportunity to do it again
I guess I’ll have to wallow
In my pain, until the year ends
I can’t wait until the
Seventh Day because on that day
I will REST.
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