Escalating
It feels like a deep dark hole. All I do is fight for the light. But all she does is push me further. Yell and scream, Nothing I say or do is right. In her eyes. Like I am not good enough. Traumatized the word. Replaying over and over again. I am being traumatized. Scared, alone. I can't, No I shouldn't have this extra stress. No teacher should have this power. She shouldn't have my school life in her hands. She is dominant. She makes me feel so low. And I try, To talk. To solve the problem. But it's like fluel on a fire. (Hey guys, so this poem. It's about my real life. I have one teacher that's a meany and discriminate and bullies me. With her power. Cause she can determine my fate in college. Also she really dislikes me, just because. I don't know why. Class mates don't know why. And today the bom just exploded. It just got so much worse. Anyway hope you all have a better day. )
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