Secret, shy, bashful, smiles they share

It’s junior high, so teachers beware

Going to the library, without making a sound

Carrying her books, eating pizza, so round

Soon its time,to move up, to the high school

Where dating, playing football, everyone’s cool

Only allowed to look, and keep your voice down

No whispering, talking, or wearing a frown

Classes, books, computers, and then the lunch

Quietly, studying, answers, just a hunch

Soon the years, and tears, fly by so fast

It’s graduation, forgetting the silent past

We are finally, allowed, to yell and scream

As we graduate, and finally, living the dream