I dont know where to start but here we go,
I was born on the 4th of july, 16 years ago.
I live with my mum and younger brother too,
He may look adorable, but hes not it's true.
When i was three my mum introduced me to dance,
The outfits made me look like a transvestite at first glance.
In a couple of years i made it to a professional level,
But i quit as half of the competitors turnt into the devil.
My friends and family are very important to me,
And as cringey as it may sound, without them i dont know where i'd be.
My bestfriend has now moved 6652 miles away,
And facetime is the only way we can pyhsically say hey.
John Cabot Academy is where i have come from,
The school with the harshest rules about chewing gum.
Its somewhere in kingswood, 5 minutes from my house,
The school with the cupboards infested with louse.
Struggling through exams all i could think of was prom,
Then arrived results day, ''come on jess keep calm''.
After 4 long hours i finally opened the sealed letter,
I had passed everything, i couldnt of felt better.
Not long after, it was time to apply for college,
Time to decide where i wanted to expand my knowledge.
It took me a while to finally make a decision,
But St Brendans was the one which was set in my vision.
So i guess thats it, theres nothing more to tell,
I hope this poem wasnt too similar to hell.
But yeah thats me, Jess Silverthorne,
I hope you dont think im Satan reborn.
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