Tears of a first year

She is half blood and so all ask,

All she thought was..it's a simple task,

She did not know how much it hurt to leave,

Now, she is hanging on the clift.

She walked into her room in campus and cry,

Tears in her eyes and she asked why?

She prayed for strength so she can go on for another day,

Hoping that three years would just come her way.

She wished that she could just pack,

All her belongings in the brown sack,

But she would let everyone and herself down,

She went on without making any sound.

Can't wait to get a degree though she is just in her first year,

All that was the tears of a first year,

I am 'she' and i cried most of the time,

Some said it is a hobby of mine.

Three years had passed and i looked back,

Thankfully i never really pack,

I had so much ups and down,

I've learnt to make some sound.

I've gain experiences and make new friends,

Friends that made me laugh yet drove me to my ends,

I've done new things and seen different people,

All that in the colour of purple.

I am more educated and have more knowledge,

The one that i will use when i'm at the the edge,

Surviving from tutorials and presentation,

Manage to do well in every examination.

I've stand on the stage and took my scroll,

Now i am waiting for lif e to roll,

As i look back ,i know that i will miss those days,

Tears of a first year that made me count for these day.