You can hear the children secret cries.
You know what the adults have done,
But you don't utter a word.
The children have no clue why they run,
They just know never to disobey,
"The superior one."
They silence their words,
Allowing themselves to leave them in their throat.
While they choke on the wild thoughts,
As words are throw like daggers at them.
The superior ones,
That's what they call themselves,
But the children see them more as the monsters under their beds.
They children don't understand,
They just want to make the cruel monsters proud,
But their trying just gets throw back at them,
With insults as the bonus.
The children never utter words,
As mentally bruises are put upon their innocent minds.
They stay silent as they get bullied away by the superior ones.
Sometimes we have wonderful teachers, and sometimes we don't.
