5 of 9

They were my team.
Or, so it would seem.
Or maybe in my dreams,
That team which seemed
In my eyes, mean.
They were not a team

On which their shoulders
I could not lean.
My happiness and confidence
Both seemed to be gone.
It seemed so long
Before it dawned-

This team did not want me
I did not want them either.
Each and every day
My hate for them grew deeper.

They probably know this poem
Is about them, but-
What's now is now,
What's then was then.
But then again

For me, what was then is now
A repeat of last time
I will not allow

No more team
The team, which was mean
Will only seize to me
To be a constant memory

Live and learn
Is what they say
But this time next year
I will have found a place to stay
And they, my new team
Will want me to play.

Learn more about this author, Kayla Kral.
Click here to send this author comments or questions.

Below are the top articles rated and ranked by Helium members on:

Poetry: Belonging

View All Articles on:
Poetry: Belonging

Add your voice

Know something about Poetry: Belonging?
We want to hear your view. Write_pen Write now!

Creative Writing