Sweetly Deformed Poem by cassie wheathers

I met him at the park.
I being the only one he bonded with.
He asked if we could sit under the trees,
no one could see him there.
There were children playing there, it didnt take long...
We heard the sounds of them sulking across the court to whisper.
He tried not to care, but the pain over came him.
We became a target to the scornful and scared eyes.
I could never know the shame....
I turned hastily to comfort him.
I placed my hand on his knee and sat close.
'Its okay' i said 'let them stare'.