Her name was Different, right from the start.
The preschoolers knew to be wary and stay away,
But in preschool, the rules are generally ignored
and she was accepted as best as possible.
little, little elementary school kids, a circle of friends.
There were glances from the teachers,
whispers from those "mature" little kids.
But no one said a word out loud.
Junior was, in a word, evil.
No one cared for the different and their feelings.
She tied to stay strong, but she cracked inside.
Her name was Different, and I am Different's friend.