I drive in a small bus,
Not a 'special-needs
Not a 'handycaped
And most of all not the vague-ideas-you-have-about-the-average-person
My bus drivers name is Karl,
he has a large sticker
over his head
My name is:
but I _dont_ really care.
When its a nice day,
Karl opens the windows,
I stick my head out and bring it back in just before an on comming car hits me.
Sometimes I wish
It would end much better that way.
Better then having the respect of a curly-fry
Better then being visually assaulted
by the un-knowing,
Better then being saddened for being the way you simply are
When snow flakes did fall from the sky,
Karl stoped the bus to look around,
A snow ball hit the window with a sudden
T H U D
I looked at my window,
it smashed in a way that I cannot describe,
it smashed what little hope I had left in humanity
It smashed my mind
, and soul
and pull away,
I knew he was as much of an empty shell
I dont want to hear about your pain
I have enough of my own on my small bus.