Who am I?

Who am I? You ask
You are you, I reply
You are talented; you are pretty
You are smart; you are nice
You are blessed; you are loved
You are bored; you are happy;
You have a brother, and a sister;
A mom and a dad,
You are just like me
Only there is just something about you,
That some of us cannot find;
That unique, personal way
You make a person feel;
Inside.

Friendship is

Friendship is...
Bright as the pink and purples of a sunset
Hot as the tears from your friend's eyes, as you comfort them
Cold like the emptiness in your heart
after you've had a fight with your best friend.
It sounds like the non-stop laughter of true friends
Tastes like ice cream, on a very hot day
Smells like lilac flowers in the late spring
Looks like two close friends hugging
Feels like the softness of your towel,
as you lay out on the beach
The growing of friendship as the years go on.

Boredom is

Hot like the sun burning into your eyes
Feels like the tingly feeling in your leg,
after it falls asleep
Cold like the chilly breeze in late fall
Sounds like the yawning of a tired person
at six o'clock in the morning
Tastes like very hot milk,
Smells like the pollution in rivers
Looks like a person sleepwalking
As slow as a snail inching across sand
The color of the sky
On a rainy, boring day.

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I look at the picture
Of us all
That I'm sure of, we'll each keep forever.
Us six have been the best of friends
For more than a long time
I can remember the first day,
That I spoke to you.
And asked for a pencil.
You might not remember that day;
but I do
You would think, "It's just a pencil."
But it's not
It was the start of a friendship.
Good friends are hard to find
Sometimes you can be a good friend and not know it.
A lot of people have many friends,
closer than just talking in class friends,
The very good friends are always there,
To give you a shoulder to cry on,
And confidence in yourself,
And everyone needs a good friend
Because everyone has problems
And everyone needs a friend.

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I stared at you,
You looked at me.
I frowned and tried to think
Of something to say.
I wish you would stop
I wish we didn't compete
Why do you always do better than me?
A good grade for me
Is a normal grade for you.
You are obviously
Smarter than me,
But you are book-smart
Am I not?
Sure you are
Some people say
But that was the other day
Why do we compete?
Why, we're the best of friends
But somehow, someway, everyday, we compete
You might not think it's true
Why should you?
You think everything is right
When everything isn't

But that's you.
I'm different

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