I wish

I wish I could laugh

I wish I could stand up

In front of the class

But I can't

If I laugh

They'll say I cackled

If I stand up

I'm a towering daemon

Ready to hurt them

So they scatter

Like weak little mice

They hide behind their tousled jagged boulders

The sharp slate like a witches

Mangled teeth

Like me

It's not who I am

It's not who I want to be

But Kids crave a scapegoat

It's fun

For them at least

Bite and scratch and trick

To block out the

Red

And

Pain

And noise

In their own heads

I'll never be like you