Written by one of our young poets who is only 10 years old.

Now I’m in the shopping mall,
And my heartbeat starts to fall,
For my mother darts about the stores with haste, 
And the crowd is closing in, 
Forcing me onto my shins, 
I get lost and feel like this trip is a waste. 

People whizzing by the aisles, 
Each step feeling like 10 miles, 
And I feel like crawling deep inside a hole.
I stand upright and I wheeze, 
As the doubt brushes my knees, 
It’s like people are giants, and I’m a mole. 

I was starting to panic, 
Other kids looking ecstatic,
As they laugh and play around with their mothers. 
The longer I am away, 
The more I feel like a stray, 
Sadness fills me, and my life loses colours. 

I’m starting to feel despair,
As my sorrow fills the air, 
I believe that I am lost forever more. 
I give the stuffed toys a hug,
As I’m longing for some love, 
Open my eyes, mum says, “Get up from the floor!”