Here she comes sauntering

with a confidence we wish

To have it as our own

a confidence, though fake

She's so calm, self-assured

so cool and nice and ever so clean

we all want her to be

our friend, our pal, our play

But after a time, more does appear

that there's more than meets the eye

that confidence is biding

a solemn, pitied time

to hide that she's afraid

afraid of us and afraid of them