Target

Sitting down Staring into space I hear a sharp sound Which was a disgrace A friend Included me into a sentence It made me go insane It kept repeating in head agian and agian I remember those sat besides me Giggling Whispering Pointing I went silent around my friend I never wanted to spend time with person again I wanted to say a million and one things But in the end i stay silent and carried on doing my own thing I felt all my happy memories Like me childhood Was torn into tiny ,tiny, tiny pieces A friend thought it was a joke I wanted to hide away and I hoped we never spoke It wasn’t true what my friend said It was the feeling of being a target Copyright (c) Jay Thapar