Waking up to go to school
You make any excuse not to go
You hate that someone is trying so hard
To stop your educational flow.
The fear grips you tight in your bed
You want to huddle under the covers
Where you feel protected and safe
As if looked after by your mother.
No-one could ever understand
How these bullies make you feel
How they turn your own nightmares against you
Turn it into something horrendously real.
Pick on you for nothing, something innocuous
As the colour of your coat, bag, hair or shoes
The agony is the battle ahead, where you’ve no chance of winning
Unless you stand up and fight or admit defeat and lose.
©18th December 2008 – 17:04pm Written by Angela Edgar
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