Once there was a little girl,
All innocent and pure,
So terrified of everything,
And so full of fear.

As she got a bit older,
Her mother got sick,
These childish fears now seemed petty and small,
When faced with a future without a mother at all.

For the next year or so, the girl and her family had a difficult time,
And on the outside, they pretended all was fine.

Her mother got better, and that was a blessing,
The little girl was now gone as she had learnt to be brave,
To her old fears, she was no longer a slave.

She grew older and went off to high school, but she was already different from the rest of the kids and so uncool,
They were all sheep and hung out in packs....