She was no ordinary girl 

Stuck in a messed up whirl 

She had friends but she’d rather stay in the clouds

But she always said aloud she didn’t like coming down 

She looked the happiest can be but her heart frowned 

She begged for freedom and a sense of belonging 

But her heart urged for something else 

Her look was strict 

And her hair was always flipped 

But to me it was always skipped 

How beautiful she really was 

She spent her days in quiet settings 

Laid on her bed in her black leggings 

But what people didn’t notice was she was really sweet 

She just wouldn’t talk to the people 

Who didn’t listen