An Unlikely teacher’s Pet
An outcast, always hiding in the shadows,
She never fit in, not in anyway, anyhow, anywhere.
No one seemed to notice the bruises she carried,
On her legs, her hands, her heart and her soul.
Her clothes reflected a time long past,
And set her apart from the others.
They were an obvious reason for others to steer clear,
Making her stick out like a wart or a sore,
Open invitations for poking fun.
She didn’t play with others at recess,
She existed, it seemed, in her own little world,
Lost in a book, drawing pictures, or just sitting,
Dreaming of a life with no bullies, at school or at home.
But something made her comply in life,
Some hidden driving force, a river carrying her along.
For when others rebelled, venting their anger,
She carried on never late, never missing assignments,
An unlikely teacher’s pet.