She’s helpful, and sweet, and all around nice,
but she deserves no smile.
She’s maintained a holy persona,
but her intentions must be vile.
She loves her friends and loves her family,
but she deserves no love.
She may have you fooled,
but she’s no angel from above.
She’s undeserving and so unnerving;
Why does she dress like that?
She never does anything with her hair.
Her clothes won’t fit, she’s getting too fat.
Her art is morbid, her poems depressing,
she collects rocks, broken glass, and bones.
She’s got the the brain of a goldfish and a heart of gold,
but she’ll end up all alone.
All these things are true,
I’ve known her my whole life.
Because the girl is me,
I’ve lived through all her strife.

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