Moving Poem

So I'm leaving this place
Going to a new
Becoming the social outcast
Won't be able to see all of you.

I'm sorry I'm going
It just wasn't my choice
But I must keep you all knowing
Must let out my voice

You are my true friends
The memories we've made
Will not soon end
Nor will they fade.

It will be hard for you
But even more I
You still have each other
To keep those eyes dry

I, on the other hand, will start off a new
Will be meeting new people
But none will ever compare to you.

But now I must go
My room is empty
My memories packed in a box
And trust me, theres plenty.