A Teacher's Blind Eye
First thing in the morning, when I see my teacher's face,
I want to reach into my pocket and grab a can of mace.
The teacher's wonder why I hate them,
They wonder why I'm rude.
It's the bully's in my class,
That deplete my happy mood.
In the hallways and at lunch,
Trying to withstand punch after punch.
After school in the parking lot,
On the web at home.
Not a friend by my side,
It's me all alone.
All I want is for the teacher's to know,
How many of their students put on a show.
Not an ounce of confidence, so many not sure,
Bully's change us, they make us insecure.
I wish the teacher's would know,
I wish that they'd see.
I'm not a bad student,
All the kids pick on me.
Please don't turn your back,
Please don't walk away.
Don't show a blind eye,
Be my savior today.
-Hannah Noelle Christen