Head Held High

I used to walk with my head down
Never smile and always frown
Not talk to anyone at school
Getting treated like a fool
But not today I don't
I know you think that I won't
I will do it until I die
Stand up straight, with my head held high

by Jade Blaydes

Comments (1)

i love this poem :) you have great style and your poetry flows the way it should :)