Leaving

I stare at the ones I love as I say goodbye

my sister I am hugging while trying not to cry

although I know I am going to place that is good

I still feel like leaving here is something I never should

I say goodbye to my friends

and with the ones who are not I try to make amends

why is it that we see how people think of us

only when we are about to leave on a bus

I realized I have made an impact on more than I can count

even when I thought it was a minimal amount

I hope that where I am going I can fulfill my dreams

but leaving is harder than it seems

I must be strong

on this journey so long

but with a helping hand

I know that it will be one that is grand