Separate Us Poem by Bianca Free

too different to stand beside each other
to pass one another in the hall
i have hatred for her and the type that she is
a confined light of hate beside cloaked discontent

was there ever a day we laughed sincerely
among ourselves, without the need to be performers,
or a glimmering moment we saw the other dearly?
surely there's one day to date, amid so many,
that we did not feel this way towards one another

the tension is a trumpeting elephant,
and a devouring lion we fools work to hide, and to suppress, and avoid
all of it's building up and turning my mind sour
but i would never open my mouth about it first