As you sit here day after
day hurting listening to
this music in this player,
in the back of this bus
watching other people around
you laughing and enjoying
the ride of the day's route,
you hurt.
You hurt and ache of every
once of energy in your body.
Your couch down low in the
sit holding your self, but
you can see everyone from
your post, like a soldier
on guard of the other troops.
The others don't even bat an
eye at you like you are the
lowest of low to them. But
they don't even see that you
can see through their smiles
and laughter... you can see
whats inside... their
ignoring you because the
ugly fact is that they don't
want to see them selves in
you... because you show your
pain and hurt...so they act
as though your invisible to
them. But really their
invisible. One day they will
see...and it maybe too late,
but as for you... its ok...
you can see everything from
your post in the back of the
bus... riding in this sit.