The coldness is greater inside

I walk home,
surrounded by people
wearing scarfs and gloves
and a fur jacket
and here i am wearing nothing
but a school uniform

to my horror it straits to rain
praying silently to my god
for it to stop
but it only gets worse

soaking, dripping
the bus driver gives me a free ride
but i dint think its out of kind generosity,
as hes been staring at my tits for a while now.

i sit down after an everlasting , standing,
humiliating wait,
the person sitting beside me is listening to some terrible dance music
burns my ears

after an everlasting ride i get off
finally
walk home
in the rain
in the cold
and the wind

arrive at my house
and release I'm after leaving my phone on the bus

this is by far
my worst commute home
but the emptiness i feel inside
is so much more than the weather outside

and with a sigh a release
the coldness is most great inside,.