Have you ever travelled or roamed? Maybe even on your own, Travelled at night, when it's dark, When the night makes it all so stark? Have you ever been on a bus, looking out, At the furry lights racing about? I have. It was during the height of my torment. Indeed,it made me feel some-what important. I felt different, I felt strange, I felt as though I had changed. And I liked it. It gave me direction, and it gave me purpose, Sometimes it helped me not to be nervous, Although I know it was only on the surface, For way way down, deep down inside, I no longer fitted & I should hide.