By Michelle Pardo

Every day I leave my loneliness out of the door, out of the car and I wander afar,
Sneaking into the corners with crisp cool air.
Then I see you coming to sit and stay, the look at me and say,
“Your shoes are so cheap, where did you get them, out of the trash?”
You laugh, I cry. Why I don’t find the need to dress to impress.
“Do you have to be such a nerd, think books will make you fly like a bird?”
Shove me around, I won’t make a sound,
All these little things, make all these little stings,
And you don’t know that this may send my heart to snap and bend.
For no apparent reason I deal with you every season,
Every teacher asks after class, why I would let this nonsense pass,
No one around me knew, I mean who had this experience too?
Surprisingly, my counselor did, a time of the past that she hid,
“I won’t allow this any longer, I won’t let him get any stronger!”
So I couldn’t sit and out, might as well tell and let the truth come out.