Now

the boxes are unpacked.

Now

Mom has left.

Now

we must wait.

I feel a dark empty pit

of dread

inside.

The more I wait,

the deeper the pit gets.

Some days,

I can hardly take

the fear,

the dread,

the knowledge,

that soon, I must go

to school.

A school

where kids will

stare,

whisper,

judge.

No one will listen.

Those that want to,

won't understand.

I know

I will be alone.