A poem about moving on... |
The day I moved was fine, I guess. It hadn't yet hit me that there I wouldn't be accepted; I'd become very lonely. From my happy, funny, creative self to a pessimist I'd turn Saw the world through tinted eyes I had a lot to learn! My confidence went way down My tear count went sky high; At that point, I didn't yet know just how to say goodbye. Books I'd read, things I'd test trying to find out why I felt empty inside like the echo of a shout. How much I'd cry, I'd miss ya'll guys how hallowed out I'd feel; things seemed to get worse and worse like a snowball down a hill. Then one day, it dawned on me (of course i'll miss ya'll always) but all I must do is let go to stop these doleful days. When it finally came to me, I felt happy, yet sad. I never wanted to forget you, yet the sadness was driving me mad! You simply have NO idea the anguish I went through the tears, the headaches, all the time, the awful thoughts too. Of how, maybe, you never liked me, maybe you never cared... That maybe, everything was fake the times I thought we shared. But no, this was not the case, our friendship wasn't gone. It's just, maybe, a bit low-key because we're moving on. |