The Way Things Are..

The Way Things Are..
~8th Grade Graduation~

Sometimes it's so hard to see
how much you really care
about someone until they're
taken ya know?

I mean I never did but when
they were taken it broke
my heart to pieces.

Many times I'd lay in bed at
night and think about the person.
Often tears forming in my eyes,
knowing that I'll never have a chance
with you.

But one day, I realized that I didn't
need you. I mean you didn't care
when you lied to me, and you never
meant it when you told me that
you'd get along with my friends.

But please tell me... we are still
friends... right? I may not love you
as a partner, but I love you as a friend.

I only wish that you could really understand
that God, and homework, and my family
comes before you.

I try so hard to tell you. But you keep
rejecting me. I want to be your friend
so badly, but you act like you hate me.

The days that pass I grow stronger without
you being there to hold me back.

I've made awesome friends and I've lost a
few. But losing you pains me so much.
I've cried, thought, and prayed.. but
nothing can bring you back to me.

If only you would've listened to me, maybe
I could've helped you. Maybe we would be
really great friends, maybe we wouldn't
fight at all.

But I remember those harsh words you
said to me, and the names you called me.
When I think of them I sigh sadly and
move on.

Walking down in front of everyone at 8th
grade graduation I am there with mixed
emotions. Happy, scared, nervous, and
sad, all in one. Happy I'm leaving middle
school and entering high school. Scared
of going to high school. Nervous about the
ceremony. And finally sad, because I'm
leaving most of my friends, and leaving you.
Knowing you're supposed to be graduating
with me, but you're not.

As I walk back to my seat from receiving my
diploma, I see you watching me with a smile.
I smile back as I sit down and wait for the
closing prayer to be said. As we rise the music
begins to play and one by one we walk, up the
stairs and turn to either the right or left.

I hold my head high and walk by proudly, bearing
the status as a Freshman. I turn left and stand
against the wall. As more come my way and do
the same as we had rehearsed earlier that day.

Now that it is all over I talk to my friends and the
excitement of moving on to the next grade in
school phases me. I wished you would be there
with me, but I accept the facts and move on.

Although it is nearing the beginning of the school
year I rush around and begin looking for everything
I'll need for the coming year. Pencils, tablets, and
binders, other stuff as well.

Band camp had started and I began to look like a
pro by the second day of the new marchers camp.
I swelled with pride, being praised for my awesome
performance by the sophomores, juniors, seniors, and
band director. Becoming more confident, I began to
get the hang of the drill down moves, and listening
for the commands.

But I wait anxiously for the day when I'll walk in and
see you there in high school with me, as a freshman.
I anxiously await the day I'll be reunited with some of
my best friends in high school as they take the step
up.

I've said enough, nothing but this poem has been able
to express the happiness, and pain that I've endured.
But I know now, that's the way things are...