Rules of the Playground

Another kick, another pound.
Jibes, Insults.
Who cares if they hurt?
It's only a nothing, a weakling
She has no friends, not like my gang
Someone yells 'Teacher', we scatter

Laying curled up in a ball.
Trying to be as small as possible
feel less pain that way.
I don't notice that the bullies are gone.
Someone lays a gentle hand on me,
I flinch away.
I was once popular, friends with everyone.
Now i am picked upon.
I have 'friends' but they are not true friends.
True friends stay with you always.
As soon as those girls appear they go.
disappear quicker than mist in the sunlight.

Someone calls my name.
Not one of the nasty names that those girls call me
but by my real name.
The hand is layed upon my shoulder again.
I still flinch.
Those girls have made me scared,
Scared of human contact.
there is no-one that i can tell.
No-one...
As if i did tell
the pain and the punishment would worsen.

Thats the rule of the playground.

Voices around me.
It must be class change over time.
No-one looks at me.
No-one talks to me.
I'm the weirdo, the freak.
No-one wants me.
I try to understand why?
I look different but so does everyone.
I...
I no longer know what to do.

Medical room.
I have seen this room so often,
Once again having my wounds patched up.
a bruised rib, few broken fingers.
Now to the interview room.
Same old questions.
Who was it?
What did you do?
Do you know why you were attacked?
If i knew the answer i would tell you.
But i keep quiet.
I want to break down and cry,
but i know hat if i do
things will get worse.

Thats the rule of the playground

This came from the heart. I hope that the bullies learn that the nothings do exist, and do have feelings. Cry for those that are in pain. Please.