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Nightmare Junior High


Waking up every morning, to a school full of hate, Nothing but pure mourning, for all that she has to face. Hiding behind brick walls, frightened and insecure. Because they don’t see her as beautiful and pure. Alone with no way to see, blocked from those tears, running down her cheeks. Filled with resentment, and scared with blows. They don’t know what she endures, everyday at home. Even if she is attacked with no remorse. She has managed to learn to let it go. Tears will fall and pain will grow dreams have changed and destiny will flow. She won't give in, She can't give up. She knows someday, Someone.. Will show her some love. But till then they can see her fall... Watch her bleed... and see her crawl. Despite it all she will stand tall.
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