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You’re in that dreaded position

where people are dividing

into groups

and you are left alone.

Your friends of a week ago

are together,

sniggering ar your loneliness,

and you still don’t really understand

why you’re an outsider.

You approach them because you must

and quietly endure the animosity

for the lesson.

The next day when your mum

is doing your hair, ready for school,

you burst into tears.

Prompt: Misfits (how it feels when you don’t belong in a group of others).