Last class of the day,
last class of the year.
I always knew that 2015
would be a time to leave.
What I didn't know
was that I would hate it.
Leaving is hard,
it's like saying goodbye
to someone you knew greatly.
The teachers, you'll miss them
but they won't give a second thought
about where you are in five years.
Your fellow classmates
don't care about you
they care about their own success
and all that they have accomplished
to be where you are too.
You will miss them the least,
you will miss the naps the most.
As the last bell rings
and I get out of my seat
I walk through my high school
one last time and I open doors
into the world of adulthood.
YOU ARE READING
Gone
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written. There is really no specific theme, I just write my feelings out and turn them into poems. I hope you guys enjoy, please vote and comment :) Love you all!! Don't be afraid to let me know what you guy...
