This was written for my English class yet again for National Poem Day. It concerns how we as humans tend to overlook the people around us.

Trainspotting

Footsteps in slow motion
Strain to hear them, please
Others don’t—
Try

Walking Indifference
Why doesn’t she look up?
Her. That one. No. The next.
She glides through the mass of bodies
A ghostlike wraith in between the silent noise
Does she even breathe?
Is she even there—?

DO NOT CROSS THE WHITE LINE

She’s so dull.
She’s so dull.
She’s so dull.

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