Dear Fiery...

I too like to be loved...

Dear Fiery,
      I too like to be loved by all. It's the end of our year. They've all started passing slambooks around. I just get them to pass it to someone sitting beside me. Not one wants me to write in their's. I guess no one wants to remember me nor record my presence. Don't I exist. I just sit there, staring all those who write in them. They've all ignored me. Pretended not to have seen my longing eyes. Its cruel. I was all tears when I came home. Shouted. Cried. But I won't get down. I shall not bow down... to anyone.