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.