A Moment of Punishment

Dark. Cold. And alone. One deed was all it took to be sent away for a long period, in a empty bedroom, with only me in it. It may seem nothing for some, but to me was a moment when children reflect on themselves that they are nothing of importance. A moment, when people act like you don't exist, when no one cares, when you are, even for such a short time, hated. This was a moment, when children strike back with their emotions of anger, hate, and sadness to those who punish them. This was a moment for children to grow up and hate themselves of what they had done far back in their lives, because of their own youth and curiosity. This was a moment for children to wish they were never born, because of the foolish acts thy have done before their peers. This was a moment to hear nothing...to do nothing...to see nothing...to feel nothing...

This was a moment to just watch the tall black door across from you, and wait for it to open, exit out, and feel everything was normal again...