Sixth

A poem about my sixth grade experience

I walked through the doors for the first time
I looked up at the stairs that I had to climb
And there you all were standing in my way
I’d dealt with this before I won’t care what they say
I was so young didn’t know what would happen this year
I thought I would find triumph but all I found was fear
I still don’t understand why it had to be me
You tore me apart put it out for everyone to see
I started to withdraw from everyone
You can stop now you’ve already won
But it never ceased the torment the constant fear
And I remember clearly each night I’d shed at least one tear
You don’t know the hurt you’ve caused me you can’t feel my pain
Each day was the same parents concerned but happiness I would feign
I’m dead inside I hope you enjoyed it because all I remember now is pain
the year has ended but the fear the hurt and sorrow it will still remain