You laugh
You stare
You point
You glare
You shout at me when I swear
You pull faces
You twitch your arms
You move around like your making harm
You look at me in disgust
And you wonder why I cannot trust
Your supposed to be my Teacher
But instead you are like a leacher
You copy me when I'm there
And it hurts me
So I now I plea
Plea you not to make fun of me
I have turrets you see
But you mimic me
It hurt me when I twitch
It's like im a video game glitch
It hurts me when I swear
And I know it's rude
But please be aware
I have turrets you see
It is apart of me
So let me be
As I feel so scared
But you were meant to care
As your meant to be my Teacher
But instead you are like a leacher
So...
Mr Teacher think before you mimic me
As I have turrets you see
I know it might be scary
But please just be wary
As it pains me to see you mimic me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Loren, such a sad situation well expressed in your poem...10++++