Outside World

They tell me it’s a nice day. That’s what teachers say. On the bus ride home, some kids open their windows. I imagine throwing my books into the wind… I step off the bus, and my backpack feels even heavier. I don’t want to go home. But out here? With the hot day starting to cool just right… I hear them laughing and it’s not about me probably, but still. My parents are always looking outside. Telling me, it’s a nice day, it’s a nice day. But that doesn’t mean anything to me. I’d rather pretend to do homework in my room. It’s a nice day, it’s a nice day. For everyone but me.