Untold story

Up and ready for school.
I slipped on a long sleeved shirt. 
Out the door it's not to cool. 
Just so you know I'm hurt. 

Bell rings and the class is about to start. 
Books are opened and I began to read. 
I like it here this is my world apart. 
For I hide a secret a bad one indeed. 

As the day carries on. 
I began to laugh and have fun. 
No longer do I feel alone. 
It's starting to warm up from the sun. 

Sweating from dodge ball at recess. 
My teacher can see I'm hot. 
I reply yea I guess. 
And pull off the long shirt oh no I forgot. 

The bruises on my arm. 
Was the reason for the shirt. 
The teacher looks at me with alarm. 
How did you get hurt. 

Oh I reply. 
I fell on the bottom step. 
A quick and terrible lie. 
Clumsy I am. To proud to ask for help. 

As she turns and walks away. 
I breath out in a deep sigh. 
I'm at school and can play. 
Covering the truth with another lie. 

As the bell draws near. 
Almost time to go home.
My heart races with fear. 
I miss the bus so I can roam. 

It's only a mile to my house. 
And a nice day for a walk. 
I walk in quit as a mouse. 
Head to my room not wanting to talk. 

At home alone an in a rut. 
I lay down for a nap. 
As I here the door slam shut. 
If I'm asleep maybe I won't get a slap. 

Crying in fear. 
My fathers voice in a scream. 
Boy come here. 
Home life. A horrible dream. 

Hesitating walking down. 
Cause I know it's sad when. 
Dad is drunk off crown. 
An I cry no dad not again. 

Another bruise to hide. 
And a story not to tell. 
My young life's ride. 
My own personal hell.