The Bus Poem by Carmela Kazmier
The Bus
Everyday on my way to school
I see houses
beautiful houses.
I see a lake
drying up due to summer.
I see schools
filled with students.
I see the gas station
filled with cars.
I see the people on my bus
most of them are fake
they lie to me
they pretend to be my friend
they use me
they hurt my feelings
when they use me
I sit here and I cry
this is what I see on the bus.
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