all is well - until war starts.
People taking sides.
Some on the right
Some on the left.
Some on the middle line

Letters of anger to each other
Can be seen
Not by the teachers
But by me.

Looks of ridicule
Knifes behind smiles.
People asking, "You friend her for what?"

Where should I be?
Left or right?
If I go right, it'll be unfair to left - and vice versa.
This is my final decision - to be neither left or right.

This poem describes the situation in my class - people taking sides.
Lame huh? That's primary school life.
Sorry sia... my poetry very bad
But this is the best way to expess it...