Remember.

Blue eyes,

now glossed over

by the fog of resurfacing memories.

Turn around;

watch them walk.

Confidence,

not a worry on their mind.

Do you remember,

when you used to be happy?

You traded it

without

a second thought.

Now, look at you:

sitting their pathetic,

looking on in envy at what you

traded away.

It’s too late now.

Move on.

You gave it up.

Let it go.

Now look at you:

Sad.

Naïve you are,

and naïve you have been.

You can’t go back.

Remember

last year,

when you wanted so badly to be here;

to escape,

there.

Now, you’re here.

You want to go back;

you can’t.

Find someway

to get over it.

no one,

will give you pity.

Your only hope:

They don’t make

the same

stupid mistake as you.

xoxox

~Baylee Jean

P.S. I know, not a real blog post, but it still has a lot of feeling. And I think it works. If you don;t get it, the 8th graders came to GRP today, there's a hint.