I close my eyes today
And think of what happened yesterday
The boy who punched me in the face
The boy who took my bag away
They kicked me hard
And broke my glasses
I am screaming and crying
As the whole crowd passes

I hate this place 
I hate these colours
So dark and so dull
I miss you mother…

Three months in the school
I thought I’d make you proud
I promised not to quit
But it seems really necessary now
I want to make friends
I want to compete
I want to forget the past
I want to be at peace
But all the people see me differently
Not like the way,
My old friends looked at me
I want to apologize for nothing
If that could make things any better
I miss my home
I miss my friends
I miss you
My dear mother…

~Siddharth Singh

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