Its Not Good To Be Straight

February 22, 2012
I am sitting there.
Next to all these strangers.
The room is a butterfly,
as silent as could be.
There was some lady,
laying next to me.
I looked around the room,
staring at people.
But they don't know I'm staring at them.
People are crying.
Then, a girl walks in.
About 11 years old.
The room is so full,
like the busiest day at an amusement park.
She comes over and gives this lady a kiss on the cheek.
Then my lines go straight.

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