As a kid,
it hurted being
an island in the middle of the ocean
Seeing all your classmates,
bunch up together,
forming groups,
and just standing there
by the corner,
thinking why life left you out.
Groupworks were the toughest,
when friends were allowed to pick.
It hurted,
because I was always picked last.
That was so for three years,
until another island came over, and sat.
We said nothing.
But as the days turned to weeks,
and the weeks turned to months,
and as the months turned to years,
we became good friends.
The class soon bonded,
and I am happy to say,
that I bonded with them.
So, if you're an island like me,
don't be afraid to make friends.
Because they might just be,
the person that you've been always looking for.
Because after all,
all we really need,
*is a friend.
This was before highschool guys,
Im fine now :)
Just thoughts I wanted to express in either song or poem,
I chose the latter.
