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Half Past Seven

My eyes barely open From the self I didn’t get The cold air send shock waves to my brain I gaze into a mirror And see a face I don’t know any more A pale white reflection Long dark hair covering the misery in my eyes Then I go down stairs - because I have to-and I meet An atmosphere I could cut with a knife Since I told my family about my trouble at school The house is so quite Everyone top toes around me There’s something missing And I cant put my finger on it But I think they’re scared Just as much as I am Because when I walk out the door I get half a smile That tells me so much I know-if they could-they would swap places with me But its still me who has to walk to school

Terrified of what lies round every corner And I know they worry about me All the time They just don’t know how to show it I am his teacher So many things to make Assignments to give out Targets to reach I see one lad’s makes have slipped again I’ve tried talking with him He just looks back at me lost Of course it might be a family problem His parents did explain that he was having trouble settling in Yes. It’s probably just a phase he’s going through And if it was really important He could all ways come and talk with me I’d like to help You know I would I’d like to help But at the moment As you can see I’m a bit snowed under.

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