Me, a quiet girl,
ready and behaved in class,
me, a talkative girl when I'm with my friends,
who gets really bored at mass.

Me, a senstitive girl,
who gets hurt for many things,
me, who tries to be nice, 
but doesn't cut the correct strings.

Me, a shy girl,
but my friend relationships in general end in conflict,
me, who enjoys poetry,
but cannot write when is asked to do it. 

Me, a creative girl,
who lives in a shadow of the past,
me, who looks at her old photographs,
and wonders how time goes so fast.

Me, a dreamy girl,
who is always thinking about weird stuff,
me, who asks philosophical questions,
like why I'm here on earth.

Friendship is important,
and one of the hardest things in life,
but you can find your way through it, 
and get to the golden light.

The paths will often complicate,
they will often become narrow,
but the hardest bit of it all,
is aiming the perfect arrow,
and hit it through the center of the wall,
and opening the secet passage,
that holds the key to perfect friendship,
that will not be causing any damage.
 

Teardrops, I feel them about to fall,
sadness isn't part of it all,
confusion, stress, and awkwardness,
negative feelings are all part of this.

Someone who i truly miss,
somethings that are similar to this,
exams that i feel coming up,
me that isn't concentrated enough.

I know that there is someone who won't read my poem,
and it's her who is making me feel swollen,
but if she is reading it,
she will know that it it's her I truly miss,
and I hope that one day she'll forgive me,
for the bad friend I could have been. 

I look at our picture and teardrops i feel them about to fall,
I think about it and know that sadness isn't part of it all,
my emotions are full of confusion, stress, and awkwardness,
and just to tell you, negative feelings are all part of this.

I have bestfriends who are very mean,
who laugh at me and never support me,
I have bestfriends who are very keen,
on making me look bad to other people.

They like to leave me alone and never talk to me,
they like to pretend I'm invisible and let me be,
they like to play hide and seek while leaving me abandoned,
they like to make me unhappy and pretend nothing happened.

My friends are the best friends I have,
my friends are simply fantastic,
because they are none of these things i have described,
and it's just me who just likes being badly sarcastic. 
 

What flowers which such dazling gaze,
What leaves and bright bring me to such a maze,
This funny tree that makes me jump around,
This grass that makes me want to lick the ground.

How is it that the wind swishes by,
How is it that the rain smells like pie,
When the river down the mountain flows,
OH! When during the night the moon glows.

And when the sun did such rays shine,
And when I felt the whole world was mine!!!!
Why is it that mushrooms so colourful looked?
Why is it that that mine chicken weren't cooked?

Such random words I like to say,
Such fun i find it to continue and play,
My brain thus thought that I was crazy,
My sofa simply thought that I was lazy.

Within this poem that i hope you like,
Within the mountain that I will one day hike,
Will you find such nonsense words,
Will I sing them to mine birds.