I wrote a poem in class the other day…. Austin tried to read it before I was done, but I swiped it back before he read very much…I don’t like to share unfinished work but when I handed it back when I was finished and he read it… It made Austin mad… I could tell. This is the Poem L They stab and poke Each glance each stare They snatch and grab Pulling hair and stretching limbs. What happened? I cried Why hurt an innocent? But I stopped to hear Their silence… Then one came down To visit my level, Only to climb up to Laugh with the others. I can still feel the burn Of the Brand, I can’t see the mark I can’t cover the pain… After Austin read it he handed it back to me without meeting my eyes… then as we walked out of the class room he hit the door frame like he was upset with something and couldn’t hold it in… or he was showing me that he was mad about it… last time I saw him do something like that, it was when I was talking to David and we were discussing something, and watching Austin pace back and forth. Then Austin just turned and thrusted his fist into a locker, He messed his hand up for a while… I don’t think that he hurt his hand this time….but I’m just waiting for him to make me cry… again I'm so sick of all the lies. I thought i ment something to him...and then he goes and does this. hurting people on the way...does he see it? no...does he care? i used to think so