|Unknown by Anthony Beatrice|
I'm sorry. I am sorry mom. Don't cry. Don't cry. I had to do it. There was no way out. No way out of the hell of life. Everyday, every morning, noon, and night, I was dead. I wasn't living mom. At home, at school, at summer camp... No, no. I couldn't take it anymore. They made fun of me ma. They called me names like fatso, the blob, big fat balloon. But it wasn't even the names ma, it was the looks. The looks I got in the hallways, on the bus, and in the lunch room. There wasn't enough room in the hallway for me ma. I got pushed and shoved, they didn't want me there ma. There weren't enough seats on the bus mom. I got my own seat cuz no one will sit with me. They rather sit three in a seat than sit with me. They didn't want me there mom. I got my own lunch table mom. My own lunch table. That's not a good thing. I would be all alone. Nothing to do but eat. Eat but not talk. There was no one to talk to. They didn't want me there ma. No one wants me. Stop crying ma, stop crying (pause) cuz I am living now.