Daily horrors of a child

Get out of bed,
Go down the stairs,
Sit at the table for breakfast and prayers.

Shower yourself,
Put on your clothes,
Hope you can stand up to what the day throws.

Run out of the door,
Don't want to be late,
Can't see the big boy who calls himself "mate".

Get to the corner,
Of Fifth Street and Main,
Stop as you see him, he's come back again.

He's already seen you,
'Cause his face wears a grin,
A numb, stabbing feeling punctures within.

Puts his arm round your shoulder,
Down a side street you go,
Stand with eyes shut, he delivers the blow.

Keel over with anguish,
Bag falls on the floor,
He picks it up and begins to explore.

Out come your school books,
A bank note as well,
A ticket to end today's personal hell.

He picks up the fiver,
Away quick as he came,
It's over so fast but you cry all the same.

You walk down the street,
Eyes blurry with tears,
Why are you crying? It's happened for years.