Why am I the way I am? Well that's a question perhaps better posed to God said the child. Why do the other kids make fun of my clothes and why do they make fun of the way I talk? Am I not entitled to live my life as I see fit or is just that a lie to live and die by? Do other kids have the hurt and pain that I do and if so what are they doing about it also? Is it fair that I have to avoid going to school so I won't be laughed at or pushed around anymore?

It is so hard to make a friend when all I want to do is hide and pretend to play with my imaginary buddies. At least I am treated equal here and no one laughs at what I look like or how I talk. The clothes that I wear use to be my big brothers' and some of them he really beat up bad playing soccer. Sometimes when I do show up at school they also make fun of how poor me and my family are and that hurts too!

Next year I will be in high school and I will be away from all these bad boys so they won't be able to hurt me any longer. I wish this could be right now so I don't have to run away or hide from everybody. It would be nice to meet other kids just like me who have no good shoes or clothes either and this way nobody is better than anyone esle. Yes this sounds just awesome for me and kids like me. Maybe there is even a school where they don't care what I wear or how I talk.

I haven't told Mom yet because this would bother her and she would get very upset if she knew what the other guys are doing to me. Sometimes its just to much to deal with and I want to not have to be treated like this every day and just wish they would leave me alone. I have no brothers or sisters to help me be okay and I am not mean enough to scare these bad kids but I wish I was. This way they could feel scared like I do all the time and see if they like crying to.

                                         TIMM17