Simple Thoughts

The Glitter In My Hair

There's glitter in my hair on the bus,

A few tears streaking down my face.

I pick up my book and read,

I decide to fall back into a place I used to know.

A dark place.

A place where no one cares.

I thought I would never go back there.

I had spent a year there already.

Reading about friendship and laughter,

But when the book ended I would realize I was all alone.

The bus comes to a halt and I get off,

Brushing off the tears and putting a smile on my face.

To hide the hurt and sadness,

So as I get into my mother's car

She thinks I'm alright.