March 18, 2010
By pepsilover BRONZE, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
pepsilover BRONZE, Eau Claire, Wisconsin
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Between us,
it sits there,
seperating out thoughts, secrets, and our hearts.
Beautiful, shiney, clear glass,
but yet wanting to be broken as much as martin luther king wanted equal rights.
My "friends" on the other side,
not noticing me.
I stand there,
pressed against that same old glass day after day,
and day after day i get the same feelings of cold, unloved, hatred.

The author's comments:
this poem started off being about my boyfriend and how he always is around my friends then it just started to be about friends in genral.

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