Am I the Only One?
Am I the only one?
Cruel, they laughed in her face,
Made fun of her. Hurt her.
Instructors have
All but
Disappeared.
Am I REALLY the only one?
She can’t be.
Where are they?
Is there anyone?
Someone to help
Her? The teachers
Are never around when
They are most needed…
No adult is.
Am I that afraid of telling?
She doesn’t know how to
Ask for the one thing she
Really needs… simply a
Protector from
Their
Stinging jibes.
Is there anything I should do?
Could do?
She bursts into tears,
Huddled, terrified as
They stood over her,
Sneering wickedly.
Adults don’t
See
A thing.
And the
Worst part?
She is ME,
Yet they
Never
Suspected.