Most of my poems have been sad,
Some of them have been bad,
I have now what I have sought,
And for this I fought.
A few months ago I found joy,
Never before--for this boy,
Although I don't have many friends,
I hope to no one did I offend.
Sometimes I pretend
Just to have friends,
Sometimes I'm a fake,
When that happens, my heart aches.
I'm glad I'm turning out to be me,
And I'm glad that I am free,
I am glad that I have you,
This way I won't feel so blue.
I am glad for friends,
I will enjoy them till the end,
I hope they will enjoy me, too,
Oh, I hope they do!
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