I never got
My subject choices
But I was young
And stil felt I had
All the time in the world
And I would figure out
What was next.
Rather than jumping
Into the complete unknown.
When I left the
Following year I found
Myself at a factory.
Then a supermarket.
I thought I will do
My highers at college.
The students will be
More mature and a change
Of scenery. But I was
Holding back depression.
I cried in psychology.
Dropped it, and biology.
I couldnt fit in maths or computing
Around my work.
And I needed my work
To pay for my sport,
That I had rapidly
Rose high in much
To some people's surprise
And others chagrin.
So I decided to keep
My brain ticking and
For a chance in future
At art school and that higher
English would keep
The gears from grinding
To a halt. But a substitute
Teacher put me in
A sticky spot in a very
Academically worded rather
Than poetic article
And I struggled to
Produce the answer.
And they made me
Feel disappointed in myself
Because they did not
Try and help and said
You have nothing?
Not a clue?
And a young me,
Closed up like a clam.
As students dropped
Like flies to work,
I joined the ranks
And moved in with
Some friends so I
Needed work even more now.
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