Fourth grade Kym was stressed out. But I’m pretty sure this poem was actually written in third grade because that’s when we moved, my sister moved, my other sister came out, and my big sister from Big Brothers/Big Sisters moved away.
So, yeah.
Here is a low quality little-kid-Kym poem that makes little sense. It is the epitome of telling, not showing.
Stressed Out
That’s it!
I can’t take it any more!
This is just too much!
I’m a mouse
hiding from a cat.
My sister is moving to Georgia,
I’ve got to pack, we’re moving.
I’m a rabbit,
sprinting away from a fox.
I’m going to scream!
My life’s too hard.
very good for a third grader. :)
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