Playground Despair

I am an onlooker Feeling left out of the world. Why doesn’t someone come over and talk to me? I try to work up the courage to join in the fun, So I rise to my feet Walk around a little, Eaves drop on the conversations around me, Listen to the laughter and wish I could be a part of it all. But nobody calls me over, Nobody wants to be my friend today. I walk over to my hard, cold bench and sit down As someone races by with a smirk that says “I’m better than you.” And I begin to cry. I pull myself up and trudge on home, Throw myself on the bed, And bury my face in my pillow. I fall asleep and dream That perhaps tomorrow will be better.