I work to talk
It should come easy
They should be the ones closest to meThey are not
They don't care at all
I care so much I make up for all of themWe talk pretend to be close
I smile and feel my self drift away
There is nothing to discussOur differences divide us
I am pushed away
There are others much more sincereI embrace the push
The farther the gap is the better I feel
Let me go I would run if I couldMy other friends will catch me
I would be happy
But that can not beI am trapped
My life is a plastic world
I will break free to join my friends
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Story of a Girl
PoetryMusic, love and friendship poems of what feelings make me. I hope someone can read and feel that someone understands.