this new school
was just like the last one,
it casted me out.
I was the quiet
mouse in every single
class.
mice only make little
peeps, small
noises.
so when the teacher
left, I was in
charge of the noises in there.
the bully came up
to me, threatening me,
until the lead went in my palm.
YOU ARE READING
poems of my life
Poetry"the brave may not live forever, but the cautious will not live at all."
