The Last One Standing

I am the last one standing,  
When kids are picking teams,
I am the last one standing,
That no one ever sees.
  
I am the one with head bent low,
Ashamed again, once more,
I look away to hide my tears,
Like so many times before.
  
I am the one, who always hears,
The whispers as I pass,
I am the one, who always feels,
Left out each day in class.
  
I am the one, who knows the pain,
That sticks and stones can bring,
And whoever said that names can’t hurt,
Has never felt their sting.
  
I am the one, who’d lend a hand,
At a single moments glance,
I am the one, who’d be your friend,
If I only had  the chance.
  
I am the one, who truly hopes
The world will finally see,
To walk a day within my shoes,
And spend a day like me.
  
A world that we can all embrace,
With love and understanding,
To never again see another child,
Who is the last one standing.

~ Lisa J Schlitt ©2004 ~
p.schlitt@sympatico.ca
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[ Author: Lisa J Schlitt, Copyright © 2004 (p.schlitt@sympatico.ca) -- submitted by: Lisa J Schlitt ]