Got a letter last night advising my DD (13) 
is going to have her poem below published in a book
LONER
Waking up in the morning, feeling sick
Knowing they'll be there 'taking the mick'
when I'm walking or standing still
they'll be there, and I feel so ill.
Crouched by the railings, trying to be small
I can see the bullies, laughing by the wall
with their taunting voices they all roar
'there's that swat with the 6A score'
They stand in a ring, it's five to one
there's leering heads where the sun once shone
they break my pens, then pull my hair
I tell them to stop but they just don't care.
I shut my eyes as the world spins round
I hear the thud as I hit the ground
It's so useless, I wish I was free
I'm locked in a cage without the key.
Is it because I don't have a phone?
Is it because I'm always alone?
But every night I lay down my head
bitterly wishing the bullies were dead.
Rachel (13)
I am assured this doesn't realte to her personal experiences
