I sit, on a bus.
Derogatory words, floating around me,
Like bubbles that pop,
Around my force field,
Of solitude, of singularity,
Because none of them are for me,
And none of them bother me.
And I hear many things,
Many conversations about conversing,
I am not welcome in them,
But yet,
I hear many things.
I sit, on a bus.
The usual words are said
Usual laughs are laughed.
Events take their place,
And I am alone,
On a bus.
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Lavender - assorted poetry
Poetry(creds to photo) I'd like to maybe publish this one day... please vote for meeeeee
