there once was a
girl who had curly hair
and eyes as blue as
the sky
and i always thought
she looked nice
we went to school
together
and became best
friends
her company was
really nice
then we were
suddenly off to a school very high
and she stopped
talking to me
but i always smiled
at her
and tried to be
nice
one day in that
school very high though
her and her new
friends laughed at me
insulted
me
and she'd say,
"nice!"
after awhile i
started to feel bad again
very
bad
and the blade in my
pencil sharpener
started to look
nice
i thought if i felt
bad on the inside
i could somehow make
myself feel better
on the
outside
so i took that blade
and carved on my skin "nice"
but the girl and her
new friends thought i looked bad too
they still made fun
of me
and the more they
did it
the more i drew
"nice"
and then soon
enough
inside and
outside
i was
bad
and waking up to a
new day didn't seem at all nice
i was gone that
january
and made people feel
bad
when they got up to
speak at the podium
"yes, she was a
kind girl"
"she was very
kind, very nice"