Poem I wrote during a test

A Pain In The Glass

by me.

I once had a friend,

She was made out of glass.

She would bend any light that could touch her and pass.

I once cut my finger,

On a shard of her smile.

Didn't hurt, but kinda would itch for a while.

Her skin was so smooth,

So fragile, and so scared.

We rode elevators out of fear of the stairs.

I was pulled from my sleep,

When she fell out of bed,

And cut up my foot on the shards of her head.

I wrote this poem while taking a reading test at school. It's a little comical, and has no deeper meaning, though if i hadn't told you, one might think there was a more profound purpose. I don't write poetry much, but its better than taking a test.