In the back of my head

That word going through my head
cause by some people outside the bus was it said.
Times later said again in another way,
by people you wouldn't want it to say.

Wanting the word to get away.
It keeps following,
but you to keep a normal going.
The keeps popping up and breaks my heart like dried clay.

It looks like it follows my way.
It will never get away.
One always said that word.
Not even knowing how much it has hurt

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