Written.ioche

I'm sorry,
It's time to go
 

As I sit in the classroom, last one of the day
just a few days till we're out of school
It seems unreal, but the weather is so warm
8th grade almost done
almost 9th, almost a high schooler
I shouldn't worry about next year

As the moon and stars swirled around me overhead, I was overcome by a sense of being overwhelmed
I was running out of time to get things done
wondering if I would have time –
middle school soon becomes high school

Walking around on the trails
Some of them easy and straight
While others hard steep and all over the place
But still either or trees surrounding the area
Rocks and boulders in the way
Colors like no other

No matter where I go I feel like I'm being watched
I try to run, I try to hide but nothing is working,
no matter where I am it's always watching,
I don't know how to get it to leave me alone,
I don't think I'll be alone again...

Looking back at my past I've never had really been told and story, riddle, or anything like that.
Like ya i've been told about santa, the easter bunny, and the tooth fairy, but I fould out quick that it was all just a lie.