Bringing down the anxious animal

Standing by the science block,  
that's where it started,  
chalk on a blazer's back,  
a two handed push,  
"What are you looking at?  
slap.  
Get out of my way  
and give me that!  
gritted teeth gripped school ties.  

Each day I took a piece,  
nibbled on his flesh,  
the soft parts of his mind.  
Made him small,  
made him more afraid.  
 
Then the shudders started,  
broke down, begged me to stop,  
uncontrollable and I had done that;  
I had done that.  
It sat me down,  
Samson, shaven and blind.  
 
Two hours to take the bandages off,  
why and what I had done.  
Listened to his metaphor of me,  
the pages of his ink black book,  
detailed and gruesome.  
Hard for me to trace,  
drawings sketched in despair,
torn and hard to repair.    
 
It's good at hiding now,  
deep in its jungle.  
But if someone stands  
exposed,  
lost in my long grass.  
Then I hear it  
coming through the trees,  
tension lifts its chains.  
 
I hope the dart  
never misses its mark
we wouldn't want a monster that insecure
to feast on anyone else's  insecurity.