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.