Lunch time you don’t really see me.
Sitting by the huge school bins.
Hiding with my dog.
Hating being in school.
Listening to the dinner ladies
Spouting the same old monologue.
Angry on the inside
Quiet and shy on the out.
Screaming inside my head.
But unable to let it out.
Scared by all the feelings.
Going on inside my head.
Wanting someone to make it better.
Or wishing I was dead.
My escape is drawing, painting and writing.
Imagining a better life
A world were things are wonderful.
With no one to hurt you
Or school bullies and family strife.
A world where lumps in your throat
Don’t block the words you need to say.
Where families love each other.
In a loving normal way.
But drawing painting dreaming.
Are not going to change this world.
So I will keep this label of a rebel trouble making girl.