The Treacherous Slope


You push me around, the teachers don't see. How could a schoo let this happen to me? I go home at night and silently cry. The whispers in my head make me want to die. "School is a safe place." Yet the teachers don't care. While we are bullied every day, they continue to stare. Will a change ever come?  One can only hope. Every day until then we continue this treacherous slope.

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