To find somewhere you belong and then have it torn from your grasp is truly tragic.
As a child, I never belonged anywhere.
I was never very popular; I never stuck out.
I kept to myself because no one was interested in knowing me.
I'd make a friend or two, but they'd never last.
Soon enough, they'd leave me for someone else.
I didn't belong, until one day, I did.
I found a place to call h...