I wonder why people can be so cruel,
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To others who love them so much.
They work all day just to be called a fool,
But take it so well, as if only a touch.
But you and I know,
She feels it below,
Inside her heart,
When you just begin to start.
Canít you begin to understand,
And just take her hand?
You know youíve always loved her,
So find some way to show her,
You really care and always will,
Until the end of time.
(My little aftermath: I wrote this poem, which certainly isn't very good, when a friend of mine, Susie, was having issues with depression. Her parents were fighting and of the way towards a divroce, and her father was making it worse for her, yelling at her for any little mistake she made and every flaw about her. I hope it made her feel better.)