She likes Roses, but she doesn't like red,
She doesn't like thorns or flowers,
she doesn't like pain either, or falling,
Or cuts or scars.
She likes people, but doesn't like crowds,
She likes to watch and listen.
She likes friends, but only at a distance,
She likes hugs,
she dislikes understanding.
She has a respect for her family,
Her teachers and testers,
But only when she passes and not when she doesn't.
She doesn't like loneliness but she has to be separate,
She doesn't like to open, but she collects boxes.
She likes warmth, but not from a heater,
She likes control and hates to lose.
She likes roses but doesn't like red,
She doesn't like confusion.
She reds roses but doesn't like falling confusion.
