Life is my teacher and her lessons are tests,
I was born broken and for her that is best.
She never fails to teach me a something new,
She teaches each lesson with a beating or two.
She beats me and treats me like I’m nothing but dirt,
I walk around often feeling nothing but hurt.
Just when I think that I have nothing left for her to teach,
She pushes me down and says Life is a bitch.
This poem is for the writing challenge here : http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/student-teacher/
A Bipolars Writings 
Sorry to hear life is so harsh for you. One day maybe it wont seem so much a bitch but rather somewhere you’ll like to be.
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Hi,
We all know life isn’t fair, and I really liked how you’ve used a light tone to express a bitter truth.
Nice one. Cheers.
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