Invisible
I stare out of the bus window,
no one close to me.
Vultures wheeling in my mind;
I contemplate if I'd be missed.
Secrets are whispered;
I am not allowed to know,
because I'm different.
Left alone, cold shouldered, ignored,
Excluded.
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