Walking through the shopping
With my beloved family
At the shiny floor of the shopping
And under its illuminated top
With the messed smell
Of a lot of people
Bringing a nostalgic feeling

But I realize with this nostalgia
Comes bad memories as well
Brings hatred to my mind
Remembering the big boys
Who had chosen  me
As a target for bullying
Making my eyes go purple
And my nose smells blood
My arms unable to move
And the fear in my mind

Then I feel happy
Again
Cause
I
Encountered them
Once more
And I said
I want my sandwich without
Pickles
…
Please.