Bargain Bin Holiday

I've been left out of things my whole life
One of the reasons I like to push, I'm bossy and opinionated
But it hurts hard to be left out
Like a child's mittens the night before a snowstorm
Strewn across a frozen lawn, locked on the other side of something beautiful
That "should" bring me joy
I get being picked last for sports
I'm slow
I comprehend me being a bad pick for projects
I'm loud
I understand why my friends don't last
I'm a lot
But what I don't understand
Is why, for two whole months
I have to be left out of everything
Even worse, you try to console me
Here, take this bargain bin holiday
It's not as important as others for your religion
But we, as a society, can't bother to learn about anything that's not convenient
So we'll pick and choose what holidays to acknowledge
I don't want to accept that
It still kind of sucks
That for two months I watch everyone's faces light up and glow with joy
I watch teachers get restless and wish us a merry Christmas
And I wish that they could be that happy in September
When me and a few others feel bright enough to glow