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Glances


I was waiting for a train

To take me somewhere, not knowing

Not a worry and no pain

I just wanted to get going

It was about time to board

I gripped the ticket in my hand

Palms sweating, horn whistling

When it arrived, I ran

Climbed those stairs up to the unknown

Found a seat to myself

The freedom of being alone

Relishing my own stealth

I felt eyes drift upon me

But for once, without ridicule

I heard the engine roaring

Staying put was far too cruel

I needed to get going

Ignore the faces that judged

Maybe it was in my head

But my heart gave me the nudge

Who is this lost girl

and where is she going

Staring eyes into my world

But never truly knowing

Who I am or what I think

How my past made me me

So the scars of life would sink

 I might finally be complete

Stolen glances of another

You may never truly know

I left a note for my mother

But she knew I had to go

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