So I was going through my library and found __eleanor__ 's short story The house that burned and the one who saw it. And it inspired this poem...
This is a story of a young girl
A young girl who says she's happy,
But she lies
She lies and says she's fine,
But she's dying
She's crying,
Home alone all by herself,
No one sees it,
No one cares,
No one bikes with her
Because no one likes her,
Because she's different,
She was a victim,
Of a house fire,
That no one saw but a young boy....
He's the same,
A young boy who says he's happy,
But he lies
He lies and says he's fine,
But he's dying
He's crying,
Home alone all by himself,
No one sees it,
No one cares,
No one bikes with him
Because no one likes him
Because he's different,
He saved her.
Now they're not alone,
They have each other,
Someone to cry with,
Someone to laugh with,
Someone that cares for them,
Someone that can't be compared,
He might have saved her,
But she saved him,
She brighten his world
He brightened her world.
They're the same,
Two young kids who say they're happy,
And they're not lying,
They're actually smiling,
Inside and out they're happy,
They're always there for each other
Home alone by themselves,
No one sees it,
No one cares,
And they don't care either,
Because all they need is each other,
Because they're different,
They saved each other, from the life they were barely living.
