Age 4 starting school set the scene for the show
The audience captive
Unusual behaviours unraveling
Raised voices trying to instill discipline and order
Into an already chaotic confused , petrified mind
Rulers on knuckles used
Only to further exacerbate damage done
Reward systems put in place
To no avail
Special needs teachers silenced !stunned !
All avenues exhausted still they are baffled
The show goes on without interval
I watch from the front row
Wondering how they earned there caps n gowns
They are all so blinkered
Never looking beyond the school walls
I am part of the show too just more suppressed "no one notices me"!
I draw a picture in my news book it's of children playing in the sun
Next to their fathers grave the children are smiling holding hands happy
I write my SOS message, it said" last night our dad died in a crash now we are very happy
It gives us an interval
Mum gets called in questioned
Denies all knowledge or understanding
"She fails us"! ?
I collect my brother at the gate
We walk home back to dress rehearsals
Where anger, hatred, fear,discord,pain , condemnation, ridicule, chilling screams,hurt and a large buckled belt awaits
No reason is given
The show goes on
It's the parents to blame
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 1:44 PM UTC
Age 4 starting school set the scene for the show
The audience captive
Unusual behaviours unraveling
Raised voices trying to instill discipline and order
Into an already chaotic confused , petrified mind
Rulers on knuckles used
Only to further exacerbate damage done
Reward systems put in place
To no avail
Special needs teachers silenced !stunned !
All avenues exhausted still they are baffled
The show goes on without interval
I watch from the front row
Wondering how they earned there caps n gowns
They are all so blinkered
Never looking beyond the school walls
I am part of the show too just more suppressed "no one notices me"!
I draw a picture in my news book it's of children playing in the sun
Next to their fathers grave the children are smiling holding hands happy
I write my SOS message, it said" last night our dad died in a crash now we are very happy
It gives us an interval
Mum gets called in questioned
Denies all knowledge or understanding
"She fails us"! ?
I collect my brother at the gate
We walk home back to dress rehearsals
Where anger, hatred, fear,discord,pain , condemnation, ridicule, chilling screams,hurt and a large buckled belt awaits
No reason is given
The show goes on
It's the parents to blame
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