5th Grade

so deep,

so hurtful.

Why? Why? Why?

The only attention

They pay is to

cause more hurt.

They make fun of my grades.

My happiness.

My obedience.

My love.

Day in day out.

Confused, lonely, horrified.

The isolation seems

deeper than the ocean,

longer than the equator.

So insecure, so hopeless.

They taunt. They tease.

Say my shorts are too tacky

for even tacky day.

Scared and distrusting,

wondering what I did wrong.

Why I’m not good enough.

They call me names.

Ask if I’m

 Sugar Honey Ice Tea.

The feelings of

depression

swirl around me;

they grab me;

try to pull me down.

I struggle to stay afloat,

wondering, constantly,

why does no one

want me as a friend?