Train

I'm coming home soon to the place I belong

The strain red and bright beckons me to come inside

I sit on the lavish seat the colors blue and white

As the train starts to move to give a loud whistle 

Every student is excited to go back to school and learn new things

Except for me for instance I had nothing to be proud of

My skills with fighting were clumsy

My eyesight wasn't perfect 

I have many things wrong with me but the Train gives me solitary and peace

Away from prying eyes of the scars on my face

This is peaceful the clouds hiding my reflection in the glass

I'm almost there to the school

I stand up ready to face the crowd