Nostalgic Childhood Memories

In my school days, I was a very silent boy.

Making friends was a nightmare for me.

I used to sit in the last bench alone.

I always wanted to run home but the teacher wouldn't let me.

Many tortured me to speak like others.

I was roaming alone like a lone wolf,

In desperate need of a kind-hearted friend,

Who could understand me.

All were teasing me, calling me aloof.

I was a bully object, a vulnerable kid.

Now, I have grown up and I am fortunate enough to have friends,

Who can understand me and respect me

I have realized that my brain is wired differently.

I find solace in solitude.

My school memories have taught me a lot in life,

Which helps me to be the strong guy, mentally.