Metal Rain

I wake up in the morning
with a bitter taste in my mouth,
every day we start over again
every day is the same.

I put on the clothes you left for me,
I eat the breakfast you made me,
you send me off with a smile,
mother,
to the place where I was supposed to learn and I learned alot.

The bell marks the beginning,
it teaches us every day-
how cruel life is,
how worthless I am.

I feel the looks from across the class,
the laughter whispering among themselves, pointing fingers at me without
showing it,
but I know- that they know
I won't point it back.

But this morning everything will be different,
this morning I will point my finger at them,
and metal rain will fall around me,
screams will sing
like the most beautiful orchestra.

Now I stand on my knees
with the same bitterness in my mouth,
the screams have fallen silent,
the metal rain
has not washed away my suffering.

Will you hug me mother
when you see me again
when you see what they taught me
what they turned me into.