Teacher's Pet

I was your secret, your stolen glance,

A name whispered between lessons,

Where innocence danced on the edge,

Of promises unspoken, yet heavy.

You praised me, your favorite pupil,

Told me I was special, different,

I believed in every word, every smile,

Craving the attention you fed me.

But behind those locked doors,

Where shadows knew no bounds,

You stripped me of my youth,

Wrote lies across my skin.

You wore a ring I didn’t see,

A life I wasn’t part of,

Children who called you father,

While I called you mine in the dark.

You used me like an eraser,

To clean the mistakes you’d made,

But left me worn down, hollow,

A ghost in a classroom of memories.

Now I sit at the back, silent,

Watching you with different eyes,

No longer the teacher’s pet,

Just another lesson learned.

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