iLoveYouWithaKnife
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I found myself Saturday
surrounded by twenty-five 5 year olds.
One would think,
with all of that energy and innocence
you wouldn't be able to help smiling.
But I sat there, almost in tears.
Trying to think of a reason
to tell my niece that we had to go.
But it wouldn't have been fair.
So I sat there.
I watched boys chase girls.
And girls chase boys.
Others who played,
others that cried.
And some who wouldn't leave their parents' side.
And I could only begin to think
about how cruel
this terrible world really was.
Do you remember being that little?
I wouldn't go back to it,
for anything in the world.
Where the most important thing is,
NOT being picked last for whatever
sport it was you were playing in gym class.
Do you remember being picked last?
Or second to last, even for that matter.
It comes down to you and someone else...
and all either one of you are thinking is
"I hope I'm next".
It's bad enough being last,
but just the same being second.
And all that times passes,
years add on to another birthday passed.
And you wonder if anyone else
remembers who they picked last.
But why would they?
And sometimes, being young
and innocent seems to be
a justified reason,
for a child's ignorance.
But I look at people now...
supposedly older and wiser,
and I see the same arrogance
with childhood angry.
Maybe they just didn't grow up,
and start realizing
everyone has feelings.
The kids who get picked on the most
always know that it isn't nice
to tease someone.
The ones most drained
from society that learn
the meaning of an
'indepent life'.
Are you proud of what
catergory you fall under?
surrounded by twenty-five 5 year olds.
One would think,
with all of that energy and innocence
you wouldn't be able to help smiling.
But I sat there, almost in tears.
Trying to think of a reason
to tell my niece that we had to go.
But it wouldn't have been fair.
So I sat there.
I watched boys chase girls.
And girls chase boys.
Others who played,
others that cried.
And some who wouldn't leave their parents' side.
And I could only begin to think
about how cruel
this terrible world really was.
Do you remember being that little?
I wouldn't go back to it,
for anything in the world.
Where the most important thing is,
NOT being picked last for whatever
sport it was you were playing in gym class.
Do you remember being picked last?
Or second to last, even for that matter.
It comes down to you and someone else...
and all either one of you are thinking is
"I hope I'm next".
It's bad enough being last,
but just the same being second.
And all that times passes,
years add on to another birthday passed.
And you wonder if anyone else
remembers who they picked last.
But why would they?
And sometimes, being young
and innocent seems to be
a justified reason,
for a child's ignorance.
But I look at people now...
supposedly older and wiser,
and I see the same arrogance
with childhood angry.
Maybe they just didn't grow up,
and start realizing
everyone has feelings.
The kids who get picked on the most
always know that it isn't nice
to tease someone.
The ones most drained
from society that learn
the meaning of an
'indepent life'.
Are you proud of what
catergory you fall under?
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
