I cried in silence again.

The tears streamed down

And made puddles on my carpet floor

I'm lying on again.

I watched the minutes change again.

the bus driver glared at me

like i was a sin to society;

he called me a fag—under his breath,

and i got in my seat like nothing happened. 

i'm split in two;

an exact replica on the outside,

my code is all the same. 

the original me;

who knows which piece,

you'll have to tear me apart to just see.