Thank you so much for your reviews sweetcard! I hope you like this, ‘cause I’m posting it for you : P I wrote it a year or so ago, but now I’ve got a reason to post it! Thanks again.

There was a little girl,

Her best friend knew her well.

The only thing this person wisher for,

Was good lives to all.

But People didn’t see that.

People saw a rock.

Only her best friend saw that:

Defense was for tenderness,

And sharp words were for hope.

People didn’t see that,

People saw depression.

But, her Best friend still was there,

Who saw all the good,

Who knew her best friend well.

Sadness was for death,

Her tears were of compassion.

People never saw her real self.

People saw someone friendless,

And untouchable.

People were wrong.

People were hasty.

Too quick to judge,

But They weren’t her friend,

Although she had no enemy.

This girl was counted on,

Just to make her dreams come true.

And please don’t worry for this girl,

She has a Best friend who knows her well.

Well? Was it good, bad? Please R&R.