School Days Poem by Brian Hairbottle

Where can l hide away?
I dare not go and play
What will I do, if they should see? ?
the bruises and battle scars

The teacher I know, think me odd
for I do not mix -
How do they go about the fix?
it is not for them
My head I only shake or nod

With care I sit or stand
I am aware of every hand
DO NOT show pain or wince
when in innocence
Someone will bump me

I must in every way possible
keep my secret from being discovered
The fear of what might be done
If my plight be uncovered
Does not even bear thinking of.

I know I am alone
for my fear and pain are my own
The threat that echo's in my ears
Do nothing to allay my fears,
I wish I were dead.