I wake up, it's the start of a new day

I say "Goodmorning!" to my father.

I say "Goodmorning!" to my mother.

I playfully ruffle my sister's hair

 I gently wake my brother up to go to school.

I put clothes on my robot.

I perfect it's hair.

I turn on my computer.

I see what it sees.

I send it to school.

The other robots are here

As dented up as me.

Its hard to be ourselves when

We're pushed and tripped.

Made fun of for who we are.

It's easier through a robot.

To take all of this abuse

In school.

In the hallways.

In the classrooms.

My robot gets home 

More dented and scratched than before.

It gets to my room and falls apart.

My mother asks," How was school?"

And I say, "Fine."