The Damaged Kids

The damaged kids cry and cry and cry.
You ask them to do some writing.
They cry and cry and cry.
The damaged kids cling.
They want to sit all over you.
Get jealous if you don't choose them,
For the first go.
The damaged kids are defiant.
Push the envelope,
And cross the lines in the sand.
The damaged kids lie.
They live in a fantasy of deceit,
Better than their real world.
The damaged kids are taut
Like springs,
They snap.
But as their teacher I remind myself,
The damaged kids are still kids,
Just damaged.