Sitting at a round, gray lunch table being fed lies and fiction.
This is where my trust was looted.
Chasing a headmaster’s daughter who laughed at my puppy dog looks.
This is where my confidence was shattered.
In a locker room eating punches and mashing my teeth.
This is where the hate grew inside me.
In a chapel being commanded to stand.
This is where my faith dwindled.
In a camp cursing venom and rage.
This is where I cried for help.
And then I was forgotten,
Another face lost in the crowd,
Another student body statistic,
Another damaged, delinquent kid.
This is where I lost my faith.
My cozy hellhole where the wolves wore painted smiles and the snakes slithered in harmony.
And he said, with a stern look and honesty on his tongue,
“You’re going to hell and you don’t even know it.”