Shorfession Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

So pain, to feel at school,
Lonely, there feel I.
No justice, for me,
And’s illegal.
They hurt me-the students, they.
And in sorrow // my heart weep
And wish me to sleep
At home-very deep.
Teachers hate me,
Torture me a lot.
Always injustice,
When to justice.
Like wars, it will end,
Hopeful I.
Punished shall by God they:
Common sense, really.