Plus Size Prisoner of Society

Dodgeball

We stand single-file
Neatly in a row
I inhale deeply
Oh geez, here we go

The captains stand there
Competition deep in their eyes
Like winning this dodgeball game
Will get them some prize

One by one we get chosen
from our single-file line
Until it's just me
And some quiet, random guy

Judging eyes
My palms are pools
Oh God
How I hate high school

They look at him
Poor guy's a twig
Then they look at me
"Oink oink pig!"

Instead of responding,
I narrow my eyes towards the floor
Oh how I wish
I wasn't here any more

The heat from their stares
Is like a spotlight
Everything about this
Is so not right

I tuck back my arms
While I twiddle my fingers
The words "oink oink"
In the air, still lingers

The children all laugh
While they choose him over me
I stand there in shame
And just let it be

The last captain stands there
And just shrugs, "Come on"
Was that supposed to make me feel
Like I actually belonged?

My mind says to run
But my body stays froze
We all know how
This is about to go

I join my "team"
And they treat me like the enemy
"Just get yourself out first"
Not one single friend with me

The ball flies towards me
How can it miss?
It hits with spite
I get dismissed

I'm the first one out
They stare with humor in their eyes
Yup the fat girl is out first
What a big surprise

I pray this is the last time
I play the stupid game
Cause every time we play
It always ends the same.