A day of bullying

Thu, 12/12/2013 - 22:42 -- will03


In the shadows I sit

Away from the crowd,

A class full of voices

My own starts to drown.


From class to class I rush and hide

From room to room I stumble and cry,

Vicious, heartless, painful remarks

A daily reminder of my scars down under.


My good heart a curse

My enemies coheres,

Against me they stand

To make their demands.


A good heart corrupted

A brain turned insane,

Today I must wonder

Why I’m in such pain.


Again in the classroom

Again it begins,

My mind an abyss

Until class is dismissed.


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