School Bus and School Life
Look at the people on the other side
Smiles on their faces
Trying to act fine
You can see there troubled, you can see their fears
You can tell they feel like crying
But you just don't have the time
To ask what is wrong to see if you can help
I look at myself on the way back from school
All these people laughing, everyone is smiling
Its Friday night no one is upset.
Why should they be?
Sometimes I look at my mates and ask myself a question
Is this ever going to be enough?
The smiles and the fake plastic laughs
The asking what is wrong, wishing you were fine
I look at my mates hoping to see something that is human
Not that crowd pleaser smile
I look at the people on the other side of the window
They all look so different
Each face the same
Each line tells a story
Yet to be ended
And each tear tells a thought that should not be released.
Each so different, each so unique
Each face remembered forever, there name no one speaks.
I wonder again but silently to myself
Is it just the school, trying to please the crowds?
Or does it carry on till we are grey and old
Each person holds a smile as if it a precious gift
Not a passing thing
Those who hear it treasure each laugh
I look into the bus, the fight with consequences to
Each person gasping and screaming some not even looking
But still everyone is smiling
Sometimes I think everyone must have problems and be like you and me
But with those fake smiles at school
You just cannot see.