Peace out

"Why don't you stay?" Ask people with masks

As if they actually even have to ask

You act all nice like you'll miss me now

But when I was "staying here" you treated me like a cow

So what do I say? Because I hate this school?

Because people are annoying? Because nobody's cool?

So I say, I'm going to take classes that will get me ahead

But you act like you still have no clue what I said

But why are you leaving? They ask me again

And then I think about all of my closest friends

I have a hard time going, but I just can't stay here

I have to leave and get some atmosphere

I have to try new things, I have to earn my wings

I have to go all around to see what things this life brings

I have to admit, I will miss it a little

The after school activities with my band in the middle

I will miss jamming with Payton and Blayre

And I will miss Burby's solos while I'm on the snare

I will miss all the days of messing around

And learning new chords and making new sounds

I will miss my sports teams, I've already gone without one

They are still there, but it wasn't like our old days of fun

I miss running up and down the court 

With Daryl behind me and Landon front door

I will miss hitting with Brendan as he smashes my serve

But slowly making this new court my new turf

I will miss all of coaches evangelism talks

And how he brings someone to Christ before the next o'clock

I will miss the history class, as interesting as it sounds

Three teachers in two years, and they've been the best around

I don't think I'll miss science, because it's awfully boring

And when math joined in, I just started snoring

But I will sure miss my teachers, two for the year

The first was the best and the second is queer

But she's still really funny and I will miss the fun

That she somehow brings to math and won't make me run

I'm done talking about all the things I will miss

Because I started this poem thinking that I felt dissed

I started this thing wanting to send it away

But yeah, I will miss it, maybe I'll visit someday

But now I think to myself, what they might think of me then

Hey, why is he back in this lunchroom again?

And I'll leave happy, that I saw all those faces

Trapped in that school having to solve their equations

A few more weeks and then I'll be free

Yeah, mixed feelings, but it'll be better if I think negatively