Children laughing, playing games
I watch them from afar
Finding nothing in common with them
I simply leave the scene
What else am I to do?
Should I stay and take the heat?
Withstanding the jokes and laughter
All geared ib hatred toward me
I cannot survive it
For I am surely weak
Although I try to hide it
I am broken inside
Betrayal
Why don't they say something?
Why so much hate?
If they don't mean it
Then why do they still participate
I feel odd, left out, and lonely
Among my own blood.