Here I Am

Here I am, sitting at my desk,
Chewing my pencil till it breaks to bits,
Watching the clock, ticking away to break,
But only to be filled, with fright and fear,
Then goes the bell my heart starts to pound,
I have to face another break in the playground.

I rush down the corridor to put my books away,
Hoping the bullies are not at school today,
Then I see a shadow and hear a heart pounding laugh,
They are here alright, they push me on the ground,
My glasses smash, my nose is bleeding,
But they don't care. I'm a weakling,
I start to cry, but nobody listens,
It's like no-one notices me, like I'm not there.
The bullies treat me like dirt, but they don't care.

I go hide in a closet, far from them,
Wishing I had a lovely friend,
A teacher finds me in there and I quickly rush out,
And know when I get out they'll beat me up there,
So I sit on a bench wondering why,
They chose me,
I just want to die.

So then they come over and spit in my face,
Insult my mother and laugh at my brace,
So I cover my ears as hard as I can,
Hoping break would be over as soon as it would,
I try to run but they chase me the whole way,
Tears coming from my eyes every time,

I arrive home as fast as I can,
Push my mum away as she tries to hug,
Run to my bed start to cry,
And shout out that I want to die,
They hurt me everyday,
Verbally and physically,
But they don't care, I am a weakling.

But inside I knew I was strong.
I wanted them to know, that they were doing wrong.