As I walk through the halls I am scared and alone
I feel weaker than before, she has torn down my soul
I’m afraid as I get ready in the morning,
Knowing I won’t be protected as I should, by the one I call teacher
Every waking moment of the school bus ride is torture, horrific
I can hear my heart beat, feeling as if it wants to jump out of my chest.
Not knowing what to expect today, a push a shove, or just being ignored by the one I call teacher
I need help I want help but it never arrives
They say “talk out your problems with your peers” “tell them they hurt your feelings” but that never ever
works
Instead I find myself being scolded by the one I call teacher because I told on the one I call bully