She

She may not be fresh but she too is not bland
She's what they call in demand
You think you know her but you don't
You want to know her but you won't
She's not looking for friends to bring her down
She's walking towards the water, ready to drown
She doesn't know who to trust on this earth
She's hoping to meet someone who can see her worth
They say the grass is greener on the other side
But she feels people around her just push her aside
She wants so much in life but doesn't know where to start
She wants to make a decision that won't break her parents' hearts
She's the kind of friend that everyone turns to
Call her and without a doubt, she'll come through
Always with a box of tissues and a shoulder to cry on
She's the one family and friends seem to call upon
But they rarely ask what's going on with her
But even if you asked, she wouldn't say
Coz she's a closed book and that's what she prefers
When they're already down, she doesn't want to dampen their mood
She'll vent through her writing and doesn't want to be viewed
She's judged and misinterpreted by the way she is and what she does
This is the way she is and you can't change that becuz
No matter how hard you try and change her to be who you want her to be
It's better for you to give up now and let she be me.

Peace out..
x
chauie