[JBudd]

How did you get here little one?
The rage, the hate, the anger, the screams.
Your eyes glare into mine, as you threaten to kill me.
You threaten your parents, your classmates.
You say you want to die too.

Your mom says, I work in a school,
he doesn't mean it.
All children say things like that when they're angry,
it isn't real.

But I'm the one holding you down,
putting on restraints,
getting kneed in the ribs.
My heart hurts more than my ribs,
for you, little one.
You're only ten.
How did you get here?

[efiebke]

Oh my. . .

Your words share your caring and hurting heart. Scary. Sad. And only 10!

Oh my. . . .