You laugh at me, when I came in class <br />held your nose, as I walked on pass. <br /> <br />Pointed your fingers, called me a name's <br />walked to my desk, my head hung in shame. <br /> <br />My clothes were old, ragged and tore <br />the long sleeves covered, all of the sores. <br /> <br />Was a very hot day and the teacher asked <br />if didn't mind, would I sit in back of the class. <br /> <br />Tried hard as I could, to sit real still <br />but the pain hurts bad, that I still feel. <br /> <br />I tried hard to tell, but no one cared <br />beatings at home, was my worse fear. <br /> <br />I wanted to cry, cause it hurt me bad <br />the pain I feel inside, really makes me sad. <br /> <br />Tears came down, like drops of rain <br />the teacher noticed, that I was in pain. <br /> <br />They called me to the office, said I was insane <br />because I didn't, wanna try to explain. <br /> <br />They knew that day, that I couldn't say <br />I got home, there would be hell to pay. <br /> <br />Broken bones, wasn't anything new to them <br />like finding a tree and breaking off a limb. <br /> <br />The pain that I got, will never go away <br />cause it's still in my mind and I feel it today.<br /><br />Tracy Rollings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/myworse-fear-child-abuse/
