This Place

The room I never sat in is now where I go to escape. I can hear them all laugh as I rushfully pass by. The place I came to learn is now the place I sit and hide. This place is for education but instead I sit and cry. The spot that was once mine had been taken over, I cant go near it unless I'm taking over. Time for class, my ass. You just let them sit there, point and laugh. What kind of place lets children lie about rape, beat one another, have sex all over? This place use to be great but then they lied about my rape. They sat there and laughed when someone cried, they'd beat someone just for looking them in the eye. Tell me why im expected to do my best when my best was ripped from me. Tell me why im suppose to be me when all they do is beat me. This isnt a place I can do what I need this is a place I do things to survive. This isnt a school this isnt a place if education. This is a place of hell and survival.