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Remember Me

By raptorrachelle, Kokomo, IN

Pitter patter of my feet on the concrete street
I stand looking at the ground
Frost is the grass’s death showing on my breath
I hear a sigh, a squeal, a hiss
I look up at the round face that is looking out of place
The sound of laughter reaches my numb ears
Dreading this ride I climb ever slowly inside
My eyes search for a seat
Many eyes we meet but none of them want to greet
Choosing one where I will be alone
I sit and wonder deeply ponder
At those who I know but choose to not show
Do you remember me?

I walk down the hall inside I want to bawl
People stop to glare
Laughter and snicker point and bicker
Why they do I don’t know

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