By Kylie Camilleri, Year 10 St. James
I prey on kids who are alone
And try my best to hurt each bone.
I love to see them as they cry
When to the tree their hands I tie.
I need to feel that sense of power
Before things start turning sour.
For as the day comes to an end
I go back home alone… no friend.
That’s when the real ordeal starts
Coz it’s my turn to break to parts;
Instead of feeling safe and well,
At home I’m living one big hell.
Please won’t someone understand
My cries for help… and take my hand?
For in each child I hurt and cane
I try to drown my tears and pain.