The Lonely Woods are Full of Kids
but they don’t know me
After my long walk with Gem my dearest Canine friend I went in the Lonely Woods but they were full of kids An arena was formed by 30 of them In the centre two were preparing for a fight When asking: “What are you doing?” Three answered me: “watching”. I replied: “Is there not another way to solve this?” They looked at their phones shrugging The mob dispersed when I raised my voice repeating: “What are you doing?” IT wasn’t Me I did IT Some booed me a powerless boo that didn’t affect me Preceding on my way tears were flowing hearing them forming an arena all over again solving the I that came from IT in ME I asked: “Why did I walk here just in time to witness a battle?" Is the frustration in ME at such a peak? The Lonely Woods are Full of Kids but they don’t know ME Ignorant who is frustrating them they take it out on each other IT took the I out of ME learning to relax my grip Fists knocking faces jeered on by peers taking pictures and filming on their phones IT is IT opened the box in ME where I was hiding really sure of IT The anger came out My ice was melting Once again I was in the Lonely Woods
