I looked at my journal today
Which I quit writing in a year ago
And saw how you always found a way
To never become my foe

I still se your face
Looking at me full of concern
And telling me this human race
Had so much to learn

You said they should learn about teasing
And how it was so wrong
They also needed to learn that the endless taunting
Would make people not want to live long

That was a year ago
And that time has bought much pain
You’ve nearly become my foe
And drove me closely insane

We’ll work it through somehow
Of this I am for sure
But for now I’ll close this journal
And think of a cure

 
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