IV

Five days from that horrid right

90        I wake having to face the world.

It’s the first day of hell with Him

Teasing and taunting, that perfect liar

Will cause me so much more,

Just the thought, reminder of violations,

95        Causes my stomach to cringe, eyes to water

I walk through those teen-drama-halls

Wishing my problem was as simple as theirs.

I look from my path and there,

In the middle of my band-of-confidants,

100      He stands, flaunting his power over me.

I walk right past them,

With looks from every direction

I go to class.

 

Day by day I’ve moved away

105      First not talking much in our brethren-band,

But, now, a month after that night

I’ve drifted even more.

I no longer sit with the eagle-flock,

Though one of them I used to be.

110      A fair faired haired member of the gossiping-club

With high-heeled shoes and form fitting clothes.

But now I changed to simpler styles,

One of jeans and wore-out hoodies.

Thus that band of sign-song-friends

115      No longer a member am I.

I now sit with the leather lads.

Jason the calmest, most normal of them all,

Is now my lunch-hall neighbor.

He’s different from them, that aero-band,

120      With dress and mouth he cares not

Wheat I wear or why I’m there.

He talks to me but does not push

My new found friend is he.

I want to tell him my secret,

125      My story of the sin filled night.

But alas, I know that I can not

For pain too much to bare.