Sometimes I stop and stare,
and wonder what it would be like to be over there.
They all laugh and shout,
who knows what they're talking about.
They all dress the same so that
no one ever forgets their names.
They all sit together at lunch,
they must think they're the popular bunch.
What if I was to be one?
Would I be the one to ruin the fun?
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Contemplations by Rachel
PoetryA heartfelt collection of poems, love letters, & writings all written by a teen
