I am sorry, for all the trouble I have caused
then Mum says"go back to school!
Oh!but mum, do I have to,
everyone can be so cruel.
I sat in the history class,
I thought I was doing fine,
then when it came to the marking,
there was a mistake,in every line.
All the answers were correct,
but was there any reason why,
that I should get such low marks
and there was no second try.
Heart broken and sad,
I had studied very hard,
there was nothing wrong with my writing,
but there was always, red marks on my card.
My report card made me sick,
so I started to rebel.
every time I went to school
it was like visiting, a place called hell.
Bad marks for this,
bad marks for that
no wonder I was always on,
The Head's carpet mat.
My Maths were, top dollar
because I didn't have to spell,
but I lost marks for that
because I was beaten by the bell.
I could not spell arithmetic,
I found the word very hard,
so I was set to write it a thousand times,
out in the cold school yard.
I was always on my own,
at playtime and lunch
because the kids would, pull faces
and call me a silly dunce.
It was time for decision,
so I broke a school rule.
I got myself expelled,
and became a bigger fool.
I went through life,
not knowing how to spell'
but now I think,
what the hell.
The years have flown,
and time has gone fast
Those tormented days,
lay hidden in the past
Life has seen me,
become a great writer,
and has given me fulfillment,
of a life that is brighter.
This poem is based on the authors younger years, and how she overcame her dyslexia.
