My heart beats faster,
they're all talking nastier,
I wish I could run away,
but my guardians make me stay,
they say it's for best education,
but their wanting to hurt me is an addiction.
I'd stand up for myself,
but they'd carry on anyway,
I bet if I told someone,
they'd buy their solution with
wealth.
Mother says I'm looking peaky,
says I've got bad health,
the war drums are around me,
and sometimes the pain not seen is
physcologically.
