It’s 2am
It’s not time for school
Arguing,
Yelling.
I block the sound out.
I curl up tight
and try to tell myself good night.
It’s 7am,
it’s time for school.
I creek the door open
to take a peek,
but no one is around for me to seek.
Rotten food, booze and cigarette smoke
mingled together are making me churn.
I wonder if one day they’ll ever learn.
My pants are too tight like a fitted glove.
My shoes are tattered and old
and my top fits too tight,
but I manage everyday without a fight.
It’s a bright sunny day,
I must say
but, I hear a rumble of thunder today.
It’s not thunder today I thought
The sound was making me churn
As I looked for food
with some concern.
With a loud slam shut
I jumped down a few.
They rolled round beneath my feet,
as my shoes slipped on the surface beneath.
It rounded the corner
as I approached.
I boarded and took a seat
and wondered how someone
could mistreat.
It’s 2am
And it’s happening again
Is this really how my life is supposed to have been?
My life goes
round like a spinning top
I hope one day it will all stop.
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