That Day

It was the day that the sky wept tears of rain and cackled with the rage of thunder and lightning. It was the day that it was too wet outside and to warm inside. One of those mixed up rollercoaster days. I sat on the cold and hard concrete next to my lockers whilst I ate my lunch. Just like every other day, people passed by but didn’t acknowledge the little girl sitting alone on the floor. Sometimes someone would say hi, or pretend to care, but I could always tell that they really didn’t. After a minute of awkward small talk, they would find an excuse to leave. Or just ditch me without saying anything. I sat there on that cold, hard concrete every day. Sometimes I would cry but other times I would just accept that nobody really liked me and the emptiness inside me grew. Sometimes I would have great days when I felt included, loved and needed. On these days I would ask myself why I was feeling the emptiness before and that everything was fine. There was nothing to worry about. But not before long, those people would dump me too. Like rubbish or an old dog toy to be thrown around and played with as you like. Having the ability to love me and include me whenever you want.  Then leave me to myself to be alone in the world when you wanted to do something else. It was the day that the sky wept tears of rain and cackled with the rage of thunder and lightning. It was the day I lost hope again and for the millionth time, I cried.

Little Red Dancer December 2018