To be alone is never easy.

I was alone for years and years at school.

It was like walking in a vast

forest

where I already knew

every tree,

every root,

every crack in the earth,

but with no idea of where I should go.

I was lost in the forest, lost at school.

Even though I knew my school in and out, I was......

lost.

I knew I could just go to the centre of the forest and find my

fellow classmates,

but what's the use of being around, when no one

understands you, just because you're

handicapped?

So I sat myself down on a bench in the school grounds,

a small boulder in the vast

forest,

and watched the other students.

I know my way in this vast forest in and out, but still i'm

lost.

Like a small

cub

without its pack of wolfs.

I watch them playing in the playgrounds at our school.

Thoughtless,

completely into the game.

Whatever they're playing,

I cannot participate in.

I'm lost, without hope of joining them, being

accepted

as a member of the pack.

I'm lost in this school, this forest, even if I know my way all over the place.

I'm lost,

unlike any of them.

I am their opposite:

thoughtful,

completely out of the game,

all because I'm handicapped, and not

accepted

by the others.

That's why I'm lost, in this vast forest, this school.

Wandering around aimlessly.

Occasionally,

at a whim of mine,

a mad hope,

I would sometimes sniff at the air, in the hope that there would be some other cubs to play with.

But I could never find them.

I'm lost in this forest, this school,

like a small

cub

without its pack of wolfs.