New Kid

A strange place, never been before
All new strange faces, not wanting to adore.

Why did I move? Couldn't I have stayed?
I was happy, but to move I was made.

As to why though, I wonder myself
As I sit and stare, at the pictures on my shelf.

Those human beings, not worth my breath
With all my might I hope, they fall into sudden death.

A little crushed soul, by those so dear whom I trusted
My own little world, I become encrusted.

If different cultures clash, are not meant to mix
How come now, I've been here since I was six?

Another month on though, I write this now seven
Hope and pray, I'm not here until eleven

Why am I different? Why do I get called names?
No-one to answer, just pictures in frames.

I'm fed up now, of always being different
Tired of all the new places, I am being sent.

Please let me go home; I hope I will one day
Mum I hope you can hear, for me can you pray?

So yet another day, yet another tear to cry
Should I sit and wonder why, or stand and try?