My First Day of School: Grade 7
An unhappy day it was going to be,
I guess it was just that.
Instead of playing with my friends,
I was "voted out" and laughed at.
How cruel kids can be,
How unkind and unfair.
I walked home with my head hung low,
Sadness becoming harder to bear.
"How was your day?" my mother asked.
What could I reply?
"I had tons of fun!" I don't think so.
My response would be a lie.
But as I opened the front door,
A tear slid down my cheek.
Loneliness I did not want,
A comforting shoulder I did seek.
So as my mother rocked me to and fro,
My pain swelled and was released,
All I wanted was to be accepted,
And I wasn't in the least.