The Girl

 

The Girl

 

With her hair,

As bright as a fire,

She stands out,

Different from the rest.

Not just because of her looks,

But for her fun,

Active,

Energetic

Personality.

 

She is smart,

A good friend.

Annoying,

I have to admit.

But it happens to the best of us.

She is there,

When you need her.

Though she is torn,

Between two groups,

She goes to you when in need.

And to the others,

At their times of helplessness.

 

Some call her names,

Because of past memories.

She is different now,

More mature.

Though sometimes her old self,

Shines through a little,

We still love her,

Just for that,

For not forgetting,

Who she is.

Inside and out.

 

Though not always happy with herself,

She should know,

That we always will be.