Here's to the kids who are dreamers.
To the kids with the snarly hair,
the thick framed glasses.
To the kids with the worries,
and the awkward ones who aren't really awkward at all.
To the athletes and musicians,
to the singers and dancers,
to the secret keepers,
and to the kids with fake smiles.
To the teachers who can actually make learning fun,
And the siblings we say we hate but we all really love.
To the girls lost in love,
and the poor boys stuck in the friendzone.
To the immature child inside of us all,
to the jocks and the pops,
and the library gang,
to the people who treat everyone the same,
to the kid you never notice,
and the one who you notice everyday.
To the gym class try hards,
and the kids who sass the teachers.
To the directioners, and to the beliebers.
To the parents who are strict,
and to the ones who let us run.
To all our fellow wittians,
and to the ones we hide our wittys from.
To the kids in othertime zones,
whom we call our best friends,
To the girls with no self esteem,
to the girls with too much.
To everyone out there,
cause everyone is loved.
