Scared

We're coming up on the end of the year 
and a new horizon soars closer every day. 

I don't want to leave this place, 
yet every day I long to be gone. 

This new place I'm heading is so frightening, 
I'm not ready to go, but I should've been gone years ago. 

I don't want to leave these people, 
yet I'm so done with them. 

I'm so scared of what high school will hold. 

I'm scared of being away from these people I've come to know. 

I am so, so frightened. 

I suppose I'll just hold on for now.