• Somedays are like torture
    When no-one's around
    Those days that are scorchers,
    That burn up the ground
    Some people have fun
    By the pools without care
    Under the sun,
    Like i wasn't there
    I watched through the fences
    With my dark dusty lenses
    Hoping they would remember.
    That girl on the block,
    With the long golden locks,
    The one with the birth day ( September )
    They laughed on and laughed on
    Unaware i was there,
    Until I got stuck with my long tangly hair
    I pulled it and pulled it,
    The gate shook and it squeeked
    I heard them get out ,
    They knew I had peeked !
    I tried to run,
    but was frozen with fear !
    Their shadows on the fence began to smear
    They had gotton closer!
    I was going to DIE !
    But I heard a small voice.
    & It said...., " Hi! "