~Waiting~ I wait at the bus stop, The hot sun beating down Onto the backs of people walking by. I clutch my bag, Look at my tattered sneakers. And wait. Wait. Wait. I'm always waiting. You never seem to turn to corner, To remember to pick up the little boy Left alone, Alone, At the bus stop. I end up walking home myself, Ringing the doorbell, Seeing as you ignore me, Try not to see me. All of you are beautiful, With the same chestnut eyes And amber skin. All of you are beautiful, With the same fake smiles, "Oh, he's not feeling well today." I'm hidden away, Told I was never meant to be, It was my sister before me. It was my brother before me. It never really was me. I have the same amber skin, I have the same chestnut eyes, I have the same fake smile, But why, then, am I not perfect? Is it the fact that I struggle To read and write? Is it the fact that I try too hard, Is it the fact that I dress odd? Is it the fact that I was born early? And caused you pain? Is that what makes you leave me at the bus stop On that summer day? ~end~
Google for the images Poem in the instructions! @dreampecker for the contest Me for the story Music: Older: Nightcore (I think?)
