Taylor Tharpe

(poems go here) This is it. As i watch my past go by In a matter of ten minutes I wonder, What will become of me or my girls? This is it. I'm leaving in a matter of months. How could I let them go when they need me the most? They lean on me when things get tough How could I leave them behind. This is it. I'm leaving my best friend. She's never left me behind and she'll be alone Shouldn't I return the favor? This is it. What about my boyfriend? The one who makes me feel better by just looking at me? No. I have to do this by myself now. This is it. As I pace down the halls pass the lockers, pass the classrooms I force myself to look at the memories left lingering. I make it to the end of the corridor and think... This is it.