Teasing in the Classroom

A poem I wrote when I was 15.


Teasing In The Classroom


I crumble in my seat

As their pencils turn to spears

Their open mouths

Bags to trap me

Their taunts become muddled as the whirlwind surrounds me

Their laughter

Is the fire to fry me.


I search the room for my angel

But he hasn’t come today.

There is no one to take me

To hold my hand

To dry my inside tears.


So I stay here

And take the blows.

As they crash around me, I feel




I’m small



For the vultures to pick at.


They pick at my soul.


When they leave, I am left

To gather the pieces.

They’ve been trampled, torn



Age: 15

Wednesday 08/10/08


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