How Will Today Be?

How will today be?  Morning again with the usual questions
Will my clothes be ok, and blend in like they should?
Or will the design on my shirt be something misunderstood
Will my lunch be acceptable and packed just right?
Or will it be taken away, my belly rumbling till night
Will recess be spent running with a friend?
Or hiding in a corner, hopefully unnoticed, waiting for it to end.
On the bus ride home will I sit in the back?
Alone and quiet, praying I’ll escape another attack
Their ridicule is everywhere, even for strangers to see
Always wishing these people could’ve known the real me
How could one hate so much, I’ve never done anything to him?
How could they laugh so hard when I’m picked last in gym?
He delights in my embarrassment and makes fun of my tears
He has stolen so much of my childhood and owned these precious years
How will today be? I will suffer no more
Free from him, a peaceful smile, lying on the floor…