I pace the perimeter of the play structure,
My hands, clenched uncomfortably tight into furious fists, hang stone still, clamped straight at my sides,
There's an invisible circle
Like an electric fence, it snakes its way around the innocent slides, and swings,
Separating me, from them,
The freak, from the so-called normal world,
There's an invisible circle
To any onlooker, the scene looks ordinary,
No wall, no nothing,
But I know what's there,
And so do they,
After all, they built it
There's an invisible circle
It wasn't there before,
Or maybe I was just blind to that inhumane structure,
That cruel wall of silly insecurities and fears,
The one form of segregation we still allow,
There's an invisible circle
We used to get along perfectly fine,
Then, one day, I suddenly wasn't 'cool' enough
The circle had been drawn,
I didn't belong there anymore,
There's an invisible circle
You've probably seen one before,
A simple division between the popular,
And the nerdy, geeky, dorky, dweeby not-so-popular,
Next time you see one,
Do something.
Break the invisible circle