Written.ioche

so many people have favorites
favorite writers and artist
most of them are known for being a bit things
but for me mine isn't known that well
my favorite writer, my favorite artist
is my best friend

Who am I?
well I'm not fully sure myself
I'm seen as different things
from that weird kid in class
to someones best friend
someones who always smiles
to someone crying in a corner
from this kind loving girl

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