Cocoon Child
Another fresh new September,
the teasing is always the same.
My classmates will still remember,
that I am the one to blame.
If Jimmy punched Evelyn's arm,
they'd all point in my direction.
Thirty four fingers meant to harm,
not one would show me affection.
The classroom clown would steal,
my lunch and pass it around.
It had seemed that I wasn't real,
they kicked my books to the ground.
Even my locker was painted grey,
the only different one in the set.
There were several times I'd pray,
that by tomorrow they would forget.
That clanking bell would ring,
children paired up with a friend.
I stayed behind on a yellow swing,
wishing this nightmare would end.
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