January 20, 2009
By Caity Bryant, Charlevoix, MI

There's your friends
then there's me
We're not alike; we never talk,
but when we do, they're rude
When you're with them
you tell me you're having fun
hanging out with 'everyone'
I guess to you I'm a no one
because I'm not included in that group
I wanted to tell you something
I really needed to talk to you
but you were busy with them
Did you notice? Did you care?
Do they even know about us?
What did you tell them,
that i was just some girl?
You have two worlds that
I'm trying so hard to combine
but you, They, won't let me
I can only try for so long
Will they even notice when
we're done?

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