Day turns to night,
This time seems just right,
To tell you how it is.
And now I’m looking at you through the glass,
We haven’t spent much time together in the past,
But I already know you like the back of my hand.
You are my other half, my better side,
You fill me up with so much pride.
With that big comforting smile,
It makes me feel like I’m special; I’m not in denial.
And then comes your bright black hair,
Which adds to the beauty of a face so rare.

On the inside she’s dying,
But to everyone she has been lying.
Because she actually does care,
I know how she feels.
Like the tar of her wheels,
Are slowly coming off.

Then people speak their thoughts,
As if they have never been taught,
To think positive.
Judgmental they are,
And crueler than I can bare,
But the hardest of all,
Is to see her against a wall.

This girl is someone,
For it is so,
Even if her trip is starting off slow.
She will become a person, who helps many others,
Somewhere far away from her mom, dad, sister, and two brothers.

The girl who everyone should meet,
The girl who I think deserves a big treat.
Because so many bad things have hurt her inside,
It’s honestly surprising she can hold up her pride.
Yet all the pain she continues to hide still.
Until she's threaded in the last strand of her quilt,
Until the quilt of her life,
Is finally through,
Epic and true.
The quilt she is making,
It’s not one for the taking.