Sunny, blue, not a cloud
The quiet rumble of voices
An airplane passes,
Girls get louder
"Quiet! Quiet! Quiet down!"
It quiets,
A bug has found my page
I watch it, waiting
A boy from 6th period walks up
He stares at me, then "cuts" his throat with his fingers
I don't remember his name
I look back to where the bug was, it had flown off
People talk and laugh, but I'm not part of it
I'm a loner, partly by choice, mostly by rumor
The bell rang, it's time to go
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Everyday Life
PoetryPoems directly copied from my poetry journal. Comments welcomed