Crucified

Its the day of my crucifixion, I am to be hung on that Tree, And those who sentenced me, My Authority from 8 to 3. All 6 i must face Torn in my disgrace My plead, empty. Each one of my judges, up high on their throne, Looking down upon me, as i dangle alone. Spitting and snarling with razor sharp horns, Eyes beady and squinting in sadistic scorns. "You little rat, you worthless brat, you don't do sh**, I won't hear your bit!" "Your just a child? I COULDN'T CARE LESS! So confess, you didn't try, you simply lie!" "Whats this plea, of ADD its nothing to me!" "For i am large and you are small, your on thin ice mister, back down or FALL!" So here i hang, nailed upon my cross, Verbally beaten, disregarded, I'm at a loss. My trial proceeds, alone i must stand, my fate concedes, at each teacher's hand. "Whats his punishment for crimes committed? Exposing his fears seems rather fitted, and in front of his peers, so he'll hurt for YEARS!" Court dismissed, Its finally done, I've been beaten down, they had their fun. time to go home, where I still sit alone, until tomorrow, what I face is unknown.