I feel scared.
I am like a pencil pot
Without the pencils.
I feel speechless.
I am like a face
Without the mouth.
I feel invisible.
It's like nobody
Knows I'm alive.
I feel lonely.
I am a baby bird
Without its mother.
I feel hungry.
I'm like a picnic
Without the food.
I feel cold.
I am like a head Without hair.
By Emma-Louise Ellis
Copper Class,
Year Five,
Whittingham Primary School
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