Year Twelve

• Gabrielle Gately, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2007

I’m in year 12
The stress has begun
I’m loosing my hairs
One by one

Will I pass?
Or will I fail?
All determined
By a bit of mail

I’m no where near
My HSC
But as you can see
It’s already killing me

Like a malignant tumour
In my head
Or a ticking time bomb
BANG! I’m dead...