"Empty"
I recall this one time at recess,
We had to pick teams for this game,
I off course am the last one,
Thinking to myself I will just got to whoever is that last to pick teams,
Yet he STOPS me and says,
“I pick the dirt!”
At that moment I went cold,
I lost my breath,
I couldn’t even cry,
I just collapsed on the grass.
I remember feeling so helpless,
Parents fighting at home,
Lights got shut off,
Water got shut off,
Yet here I am at this private school,
Begging for someone to accept me,
I felt like a burden,
A wasted being,
I felt Empty!
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