The bus

The bus

A Poem by Frantic Freshman
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Every morning you enter the school bus to this...

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Three girls aboard a bus, sat equally alone
One tried to kill the lonely by staring at her phone
The next tried hiding from trepidation in her mind
By staring out the window, admiring the passerby
The last broke the silence, but was sadly ignored
With all the people there, they were still isolated aboard.

© 2017 Frantic Freshman


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Added on November 4, 2017
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Frantic Freshman
Frantic Freshman

Neverland, WV



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My name says it all. My one goal is to survive highschool. more..

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