Oh, how much she loathed company
“I fancy being alone”, she used to say
She loved her books and was always seen
With a glass of milkshake on little hands that sway
“Humans are just wild, humans lie
humans are pretentious, don’t you think?
Their words like swords that hurt and kill
With fake masks, they hide their faces within.”
The ten-year-old made points to ponder,
And she never failed to make me smile,
Until last year she turned twenty-one
she has changed, she has grown,
and now she is seen capering through the wild.