They say I have not apologized
for following them around
during their time together.
I would have done anything
to be out and about with
them.

What I cannot remove inside
of me turned me into a little kid.
What I wanted and could not grab,
crying made me a mess.
Laughing was never at the
appropriate time.

Like shards of glass in my
eyes stabbing and puncturing
through my sockets while I watched
groups of people my age eating
and laughing together at round tables.

I'd eat but not at all laugh
in my corner all by myself with
a tray of food and plenty of space.

Though I proved to them that
no corner, no ungrateful child,
and no group that I could never
be a part of could ever stop me
from going out with my
arms wide open.

I would stand tall and shout
out loud words of gratitude
not my need dedicated to
anyone who ever noticed me,
looked in my healed eyes and
simply said Hi.

I am not apologizing,
I am just living life how
I am meant to and please.
The past is in the past,
I have blown away my grudges forever held
and my eyes are not scratched up
not one bit.

Nevertheless, adolescence proves
our adult strength.
But in seventh grade,
who would ever want to be friends
with the Bipolar girl?

I need no answer when I
ask
the friends
I have
today.