At the Summerton sleepover,
A story began to unfold,
Four young girls,
What to improve on they were told.
I was one,
To be told that day,
I guess it changed me in a way
They said â??share your feelingsâ??
â??Share what makes you tickâ??
â??Share what makes you cryâ??
â??So that next time we can ask you whyâ??
Time passed and I got better
At showing my feelings
And as I say I like one thing
Iâ??m accused of being fake
You call me a poser
Maybe other mean names
And all the time Iâ??m thinking,
Why are you playing games?
But then I get it
It suddenly clicks
You mean what you say
Youâ??re being mean
Like my poem about being green
I try to stand up for myself
But it all backfires
Goes all wrong and I lose a friend
I couldnâ??t lose you
Iâ??d be a sailess ship
We send e-mails
In friendship agreed
Iâ??d apologise first
I hated being mean
A little while later
And our friend ship is mended
But I was a sailess ship
What worthless shit
