As children we need to know
that a person cares...
that they will gently guide us
which way we go.
We look to a parent, a friend, a camp counsellor
or a teacher to be our guidepost.
When we raise our hands in class and say, "Oh, oh. Pick me!"
we need to know that someone cares enough
to listen to what we have to say.
When a teacher says, "Stop antagonizing me," that comment stays for life.
Is it a sign that I care too much, need to say too much?
Is that why I'm ignored?
The silence meets me like a block of glass.
Cold. Cold. COLD.
When all I want to do is exude warmth.
Overlooked again, my words scatter into the wind.