One Day

Days,
Blending,
My body moves without me giving any direction,
I don't think,
I just move,
I feel hollow,
Empty,
A drone drifting the halls of her own sadness,
Day in,
Day out,
One class to the next,
Wading through the memory of insults,
The laughter,
The hate,
The pain...,
The blood...,
The tears...,
Wading through the awful memories,
The nightmares of his sly grin keep awake at night,
I still can still hear the bus screech to a halt,
The fear I felt still permeates in me,
My thoughts are here still, 
Even though my life is different now,
I keep thinking “You should be happy now, Hes out of your life.”,
I am happy,
But it always goes away when I see his face in the hallways,
I hope he wont remember me,
I think he doesn't,
I walk away hoping for the sun to shine my way one day,
One day.

This poem is about: 
Me

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