Each Bully Why I Scream Poem by James McLain

Even in the open
I can't hide.
Riding on the bus
I always cry.

I listen
through the window
as they jab me in my chest.

Others,
see my pain and turn away.
They see my eye's.

No one ever tells,
or they will suffer like the rest.
My teacher feels it more,
each time they yell.

There is no way around it.
Unless they feel it to.
I feel the pain,
of all.
Gods-Dogs are creatures to.

This is why I chose,
to go away
where others do.
Understanding friends,

Before I left,
my favorite friends.
They remembered,
this for you.