Story Part Two

When I was seven,

At least I think,

I was 45 pounds,

And I wished I would shrink.

Nothing more,

I said to myself,

On that fateful day,

As I stood on the scale.

I didn't want to gain,

Anymore weight,

Of course I did,

But that was my fate.

Seven years old,

That's when it started,

When I realized the truth,

And from my happiness parted.

I've always been strange,

Always been different,

And I think it's because I've been sick,

All these years.

Maybe the others don't remember,

The pain they caused me,

But I can still recall,

That deep,

Horrible ache,

That happens when you find out no one cares.

And it wasn't that they didn't care,

About dear seven year old me,

But they didn't understand,

Or have any empathy.

I felt so alone,

When I was younger,

Until I learned,

That alone is safer.