Glass.

September 13, 2008
By Rachel Kelley, Fort Collins, CO, CO

My life is a piece of glass.
Sharp on the edges.
Smooth on the surface.
It's almost invisible.
And, no one wants to step on me.
I can make up beautiful things,
And be as graceful as a vase.
I can also be broken.
Shattered after being thrown on the ground.
I am fragile.
But I am strong.
I am glass.
I am me.



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