Middle School Blues

Sixth grade was the one with love

with all the friends and pretty dove

When we all had nothing to say

All polite and asked "if we may",

Seventh grade the most amazing

We let everything pass; just gazing

I learned who my real friends were

The best but also the one to fastly blur,

Now eighth we are, almost done

All we get are ultimate fun

Meeting new people, meeting ourselves

Building friendships alike shelves.

Now eighth we know who we are

Graduating isn't all that far.

Then comes goodbye as graduation goes,

even to the people we felt close.

Sorry to the people that we hurt

To all the teachers that was on the verge to burst...

Thanks to everyone that needs it

For the days that made my life fully lit.

Thanks to all that deserves,

The ones to tell me off; with all those nerves.

Good luck to all those who need care

Just know life's not always fair

For ninth, start with a clean slate

What'll be next, we'll just have to wait.

I'm going to miss these years gone by

My, I say, the time does fly.