Aftermath by Bernadette Wright

Aftermath.
There is no escape for me. Not even in sleep,
Even then I'm tormented with missiles and jibes,
My ears are too big. I'm a runt. I'm a creep.
My threats are weak and so are my bribes.
Nothing can save me during Math or after,
And my heartbeat gallops as I wait for the bell,
It's fight or flight and I run from their laughter.
The daily gauntlet I now know so well.

The chase ends the same, with a trip and a fall,
And there I awake to the reality of it all.
By Bernadette Wright