I am sorry for all the trouble I have caused,
then Mum says' go back to school!
.'Oh! but Mum, do I have to,
everyone can be so cruel! So back to school
I went with a daily feeling of resentment.
I sat in the history class,
I thought I was doing fine,
then when it came to the marking
there was a mistake in every line.
All the answers, were correct,
but was there any reason why,
that I should get such low marks,
and there was no second try.
Heart broken, resentful oh how I worked
so hard, yet no matter how I pushed myself
there were always red marks on my card
My report card made me sick, so I started to rebel.
every time I went to school,
it was like visiting, a place called hell.
Bad marks for this,
bad marks for that,
No wonder I was always on,
The Head's, carpet mat.
My Maths were top dollar
because I didn't have to spell
but I lost marks for that
because I was beaten by the bell.
I could not spell arithmetic,
I found the word very hard,
so I was set to write it, a thousand times,
out in the, cold school yard.
I was always on my own,
at play time and lunch
because the other kids pulled faces,
and called me a silly dunce.
It was time for decision
so I broke a school rule,
got myself expelled
and became a bigger fool.
I went though life,
not knowing how to spell,
but now I think
what the hell,
The years have flown,
and time has gone fast
those tormented days
lay hidden in the past.
Life has seen me,
become a great writer,
and has given me the fullfillment,
of a life that is brighter.
sylvia spencer
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tormented-2/
