To: Middle School || POEM

Sincerely, Comet

Dear Middle School,

You made people cry, you made people want to die.

People had it rough, people had it tough.

For some it was great, for others not so much.

To change what happened, it's too late.

I understand people have had enough.

Can't wait to graduate from  the "pain."

The school system plays us like games.

Chess is sometimes too hard for me,

So I try to think of a strategy.

Some just resign and give up,

I try to keep going.

To not lose a game of chess, my objective is not  winning.

Instead it's not to lose.

School is hard, school is fun.

They want a freedom card.

They want to run.

Except, P.E. is not the best subject there is.

Dear Middle School,

To a degree, you're very cruel.

Though, I want to say 'thank you.'

You've toughened people up.

And hopefully now, they stop giving a fuck.

So, goodbye, 

Middle school.

In a year or two,

I won't have to see you.

You never really affected me,

But I'm speaking for everyone who was.

 Now, I say 

Ciao.

Adios.

Goodbye.

I might miss you, middle school.

I don't know whether that statement was a lie or the truth. 

Sincerely, 

Comet