Everyday on my way to school <br />I see houses <br />beautiful houses. <br />I see a lake <br />drying up due to summer. <br />I see schools <br />filled with students. <br />I see the gas station <br />filled with cars. <br />I see the people on my bus <br />most of them are fake <br />they lie to me <br />they pretend to be my friend <br />they use me <br />they hurt my feelings <br />when they use me <br />I sit here and I cry <br />this is what I see on the bus.<br /><br />Carmela Kazmier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bus/
