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Sunday, 22 March 2009

I slip into the crowded bus
The driver doesn't even ask to see my pass
Another one who seems to not notice my existence

I sit next to a middle aged asian woman
She doesn't look at me
I don't look at her either

I get off at my stop
Say thanks to the driver
Nothing

I walk through the school gate
And sit on the bench

I am in uniform
I should be like them
Though I am
Different
Somehow

I stand out
And yet
I blend in to the
Dull
Boring
Background

I go to my lessons
I have to confirm my prescence
Almost evety minute
So the shitty teacher knows I'm there

We have to get into groups of three
As always, I'm left out
There's no point in working anyway
I'm never asked to present what I do

It's lunch
I eat
Alone

I go back to lessons
We're doing a test

Theres no need to move me
I sit on my own on a table for two

The bell rings

I get back on the bus

I stand up,
There's no room to sit

I get off the bus
Utter thank you
The driver doesn't notice

I don't want to go home
I don't want to go anywhere
I don't want

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