Poem on the Loner
I lean against the playground wall,
Watching the children play.
I used to be like that,
Carefree and happy,
But that was in the past.
Now I’m lonely,
But who would befriend me,
Nobody knows.
I wish to play with them,
But every time they pass by me in slow huddled groups,
Each in their familiar clique,
I knew they were talking about me.
I had no choice but to be alone,
Staying away from them,
They are fearful of me,
Keeping a distance,
That’s not what I wanted.
To be a Loner in the children’s eyes.
Why nobody understands?
That a Loner needs a friend too.
Watching the children play.
I used to be like that,
Carefree and happy,
But that was in the past.
Now I’m lonely,
But who would befriend me,
Nobody knows.
I wish to play with them,
But every time they pass by me in slow huddled groups,
Each in their familiar clique,
I knew they were talking about me.
I had no choice but to be alone,
Staying away from them,
They are fearful of me,
Keeping a distance,
That’s not what I wanted.
To be a Loner in the children’s eyes.
Why nobody understands?
That a Loner needs a friend too.
