Left Behind Poem by Cheryl Cheng

I was guided by warm hands,
But then I was left alone, in the dust.
Someone picked me up,
and tugged me along
And tossed me aside.
Why was I left behind?

I was at the end of the line.
We were walking,
When someone ran and everyone followed.
No one noticed me.
Trying to tag along.
Why was I left behind?

I was playing with my friends
With some cigarette butts I found,
When the fire started.
The fire truck came,
And carried the children away, but not me.
Why was I left behind?

And worst of all, I was left behind
By my very own mother.
I saw them leave on the airplane
Through the airport window.
I waved, but no one waved back.
Why was I left behind?

Why am I always left behind?
Am I bad? Am I full of evil?
Was it something I did?
I loved them and looked up to them.
I trusted them all.
And yet they left me behind.