Literature
alone
Early spring blooming smiles of all ages, exerting activities learned for generations. Peer pressure. Bike rides, connecting families, making snide comments in the form of jokes. Over look the sensitive, make way for the brutish and impulsive. Ignore the feelings of a castaway far from home, receiving no comfort. As the ride away, simplistic in their movement but bitter. As I'm left in tears and the sun acting like my shameful spotlight