Kids walk through the hall,

Never knowing when we all might fall,

This week,

last week,

The feelings follow,

Inside we are hollow,

Between the bruises and scarres we learn,

The beatings we earn,

The teachers see but never speak,

knowing that this is the peak,

The end of the fight,

time to take flight,

but She stands alone,

not frightened by the tone of his voice,

The life inside of her keeps on track,

No longer focusing on all that she lacks,

change in scene senior year is upon her,

New life, new people, she is here,

She will no longer live in fear,

The Unknown keeps her going.