I am sorry for all the trouble I have caused, <br />then Mum says' go back to school! <br />.'Oh! but Mum, do I have to, <br />everyone can be so cruel! So back to school <br />I went with a daily feeling of resentment. <br />I sat in the history class, <br />I thought I was doing fine, <br />then when it came to the marking <br />there was a mistake in every line. <br />All the answers, were correct, <br />but was there any reason why, <br />that I should get such low marks, <br />and there was no second try. <br />Heart broken, resentful oh how I worked <br />so hard, yet no matter how I pushed myself <br />there were always red marks on my card <br />My report card made me sick, so I started to rebel. <br />every time I went to school, <br />it was like visiting, a place called hell. <br />Bad marks for this, <br />bad marks for that, <br />No wonder I was always on, <br />The Head's, carpet mat. <br />My Maths were top dollar <br />because I didn't have to spell <br />but I lost marks for that <br />because I was beaten by the bell. <br />I could not spell arithmetic, <br />I found the word very hard, <br />so I was set to write it, a thousand times, <br />out in the, cold school yard. <br />I was always on my own, <br />at play time and lunch <br />because the other kids pulled faces, <br />and called me a silly dunce. <br />It was time for decision <br />so I broke a school rule, <br />got myself expelled <br />and became a bigger fool. <br />I went though life, <br />not knowing how to spell, <br />but now I think <br />what the hell, <br />The years have flown, <br />and time has gone fast <br />those tormented days <br />lay hidden in the past. <br />Life has seen me, <br />become a great writer, <br />and has given me the fullfillment, <br />of a life that is brighter.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tormented-2/
