The Iniquitous Playground

"Stay away from them." The teachers would say.

They would say the same thing day by day.

Whilst those people were following me around, 

telling me I was a disgrace. Maybe it would 

have been less painful, if they didn't say it 

to my face.

"Just ignore them." My friends would laugh.

As they continued to play, and pretended to be

giraffes. 

"Kids can be cruel." The parents would whisper.

Did that mean every kid was in my school? 

Maybe I was there to be taunted, maybe it was

just the rules?

Nine years old, with thoughts of being better off dead.

Broken hearted from all the things those kids had

said. Will they love me when I disappear?

Surely anywhere would be better than here. 

Author's Note

I don't know hearted can be used, but i used it.
Don't analyse this poem too much, but give it a read.

Tell me what you think :)

Reviews

[Petewa]

Really nice poem, I think every person has felt like this at some point. Really well done.

[Brook]

Thank you, and surely.