I Predicted my Future in a Poem I had Originally Written at age 13
In the corner, alone, afraid,
tears in her eyes and hair in her face.
Seeing the other girls have fun,
watching them in the yard.
Playing in their own circle,
Round they go,
laughing at her.
Big eyes watching her,
Round eyes, full of hatred.
She backs down and slips away,
In her ears shrieking and more laughter.