Bus Freak Poem by Colette Grosvenor

Bus Freak

Rating: 5.0


Today they tore down the shields to my happiness,
Why they chose me is anyone's guess.
I haven't done anything to them, so I just cannot see,
Why they decided to torture me.
Although the teacher's say I'm just unique,
They point and laugh, calling me 'The Bus Freak'.
I don't understand it, all I do is sit there,
Trying to ignore them pulling at my hair.
Maybe it will fade-their horrible streak,
And then they won't call me 'The Bus Freak'.

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