School through the Victim's P.O.V.(male) 5/15

They don't understand how it hurts,
when the pick out my every flaw,
they don't know that the little remarks,
tear through me like a saw.

The teachers ignore my pleas,
turn a blind eye when things get hard,
as my skin turns black and blue,
from another day in the school yard.

They say kids will be kids,
and tell me to suck it up,
but they don't see the things kids do,
cause other people just cover it up.

They don't know on the way to class,
I had some kid pull out a gun,
and made me give him my brand new watch,
simply because he wanted another one.

They don't know that I had some kid,
follow me all the way home,
then throw a firecracker down my shirt,
and say I'm accident prone.

They don't know I cry myself to sleep,
dreading the morning light,
dreading the hour I return to school,
dreading the sneers and the spite.

No one knows this happens daily,
no one knows to what extent,
no one knows how many tears I've cried,
to all the problems people present.

No one knows how much I hurt,
and no one really cares,
as I run down the crowded halls,
trying to ignore their spiteful stares.

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