The Writing on the Bathroom Stall

She walks through each hall,
Blanking out each face.
A blur in her mind,
A scar from each place.

Holding her books tight,
Trying to hide the tears.
All of those threats,
She's dealt with each year.

"We'll rape you by the stairs,"
The same boys would say.
Boys she didn't know,
They said this every day.

She had to keep silent,
After every threat.
Gambling her life,
Here, she'll lose her bet.

Innocence meant nothing,
Police didn't care.
After she told,
All the kids stared.

She walks through each hall,
Blanking out each face.
A blur in her mind,
A scar from each place.

In the bathrooms,
She looks at the wall.
Horrible things about her,
Written on the stall.

She lets all her tears go,
She gags from the pain.
Throwing up nothing,
She feels so insane.

She doesn't understand,
Why people are so cruel.
Hurting kids they don't know,
Breaking each rule.

She leaves in disgust,
Remembering each scar.
The kids who gave them,
the kids who went to far.

She walks through each hall,
Blanking out each face.
A blur in her mind,
A scar from each place...

...Time for class, time for pain, school is in, rumors insane....

-Liz-

(I've dealt with kids like this for both years of high school I've been here, and I must say, I don't understand why some kids are like this... I had to get this out. Thank you if you read this.)[I've had a few people get confused on this poem, just so you all know, this is a true story of what I've dealt with. You do not have to believe me, I posted this for I needed to get emotions out. Thank you once again.]