I was Only five years old,
The world wasn't a fun place to play,
I wouldn't run  around,
I refused to smile,
Adults were harsh,
but children were worse,
I was more grown up than those around me,
I was sad,
lonely,
hated,
broken,
My smile was crooked,
my eyes were full of tears,
My stuffed animals were my only friends,
and my class,
the enemies,
I sat alone,
talked to no one,
There stares penetrated my heart,
their laughs were sharp and pointed,
arrows ready to fire,
I was told I was an unwanted burden,
a child without a future,
a nuisance,
I
knew
every
one
would
disappear,
especially me,
A terrified girl by age five.