Teen=victim Poem by cassie wheathers

The alarm clock.
It sounds off the bleakness of another school day….
Here it comes.
Sweet child should just stay in bed.
You stand in front of your mirror.
You don’t want to go…
Not today, not with them.
Each day facing a crowd of angry faces.
You scream.
What’s wrong with me? ? ! !
God please make them go away! !
Make it all go away! ! !
…just take it away….
The kids in the school yard have the sharpest teeth.
They rip you from the swing set, rip you to shreds.
Run to your teachers.
Those kids hit me, they pushed me, they called me…
Take a look at your teachers!
Each breathless hovering sloth offers no defense.
You bury your head in the dirt, shrinking away from them.
They look…and laugh.
Your pushed against walls, pulled from bathroom stalls.
They are your captors, but they are your peers.
You scream again.
Peers? ! Forget peers! !
Walking home, the side walk thick from your daily pains.
Sitting on the edge of your bed, empty pill bottle in hand.
Its all draining out now.
Stumble back to the mirror.
Scream again.
My body is mine!
Its fine!
My body in a grave!
Instead of under you! ! !
…I’m not under you….
Alarm clock rings…
Sounding off on deaf ears.
Sweet child is going to stay in bed.