society on the bus
My Drabbles
Here sits the girl with the low self-esteem.
The one glancing sideways warily, expecting the prejudices that come her way.
The one who promised herself she would change, but lacked the discipline to do so.
There came the boy with the popularity.
The one that executed all the right moves, the one that shadowed his darkest secrets perfectly.
The one with the biggest social circle, with all the girls following him every second of the day.
And yet, he could find not one true friend.
Here stands the frail man with the hunched figure.
He who grew old alone, who never saw his children after he was placed in that torturous home.
There stood the young mother with the baby cradled in her arms.
She who raised him with her own sweat and blood, who cursed upon his cheating father's name, who blamed herself for all of it.
Here in this bus was the group of people who lived under the same sky, who breathed the same air.
The group of people who had so many similarities.
So why was it that they had such differing problems?
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