I wonder why he chose me? (Poem)

School

 As I sit here, a thorn in a field of roses

I wonder worriedly when this suffering will end.

I don't belong here, in this catastrophe of conversations I have no interest in.

I wait for the sound of that golden angel to sing

And release me from these wooden locks that hold me back.

I cannot continue to waste my attention on lessons about wars,

no longer can I listen to the painful screeches of my dictator

Who stands before me, like a lion spying on it's prey.

She takes joy in watching us cry out like broke souls,

sitting behind her desk, feet in the air.

I sit silently, speaking my mind internally.

Those that surround me howl with delight.

Hyenas that take pleasure in my misery.

I am breaking, cracking like glass under the heat,

there is not much more of this torture that I can endure.

No more of this pain will I take

                 I won't!

To give in to their games would be too easy.

They can continue to mock me like the clowns they are

While I sit and wait for the final horn to sound.

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I reaaaallly hope you enjoyed that one. This is one of the few poems I am actually honestly extremely proud of. I did this for an English assingment and I really enjoyed writing it. Comment your thoughts if you enjoyed or not! Au revoir!