State of Pain

This is one of my first attempts at writing a normal poem. When I say "normal", I mean it sounds like any other cheesy, little poem that some dumb loser wrote when they were depressed. It's about being uprooted from New York (Queens to be exact) and being forced to live in a small town, in Maine, thousands of miles away from your family, friends and all the people and places you loved so much.


When I was only 8,
we moved to this state.

The state of Maine,
the source of my pain.

When I started school,
the kids were so cruel.

They laughed and stared,
while teachers just pointed and glared.

My pain was their gain,
no happiness remains.

I felt so alone,
In a place I was forced to call my home.

Without a doubt,
I was definitely the odd girl out.

Class parties and recesses were such a bore,
since it was always me, they chose to ignore.

Was never asked to dance,
never had a chance for romance.

If I could go back in time,
I'd make them pay for their crime.

They ruined my childhood,
when I moved to that neighborhood.

They took my gladness
and turned it into sadness.

They made me who I am today,
a person who doesn't want to stay.

In this state of pain,
this state I call Maine.