BOOKS
You Wrote It
Read this honest poem: The New Kid
I gather my books, feel the stares as I pass.
I head out the door, in search of somewhere else
I feel like I don't belong.
I don't belong
Wary smiles follow me around
Glowing ones land on the others
I feel like I don't belong.
I don't belong
When I see people laughing
Greeting each other as friends
I feel like I don't belong.
I really don't belong
I pass you in the corridors
Slouching, hoping not to be seen
I feel like you don't belong.
Do you?
I see my friends, they welcome me
I sit back and enjoy my life
I feel like I belong.
I belong.
Have you ever been the new kid? What was your experience like? Share in the comments.
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