December 9, 2008
By Gabrielle Gillett, Poughkeepsie, NY

You don’t know what it’s like
Huddled in a corner

With no one there
To comfort you
You watch on
In envy
As everyone
Stares at you
And whispers
And laughs
You don’t know
What it’s like
To wonder what they’re saying about you
This time
You don’t know what that’s like
To never be asked to play
To never be asked to do anything
To feel like
You’re all alone
In this big
Cruel world
Where you’re judged if you’re different
Where you’re judged even if you’re not
You don’t know what it feels like
But I do
I know what it feels like
To be

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