PeoPLe SaY

People say she's too outspoken,
well see her now, she's hurt and broken.
You do not care, nor never will,
her soul, her life, you chose to kill.

People says she's much to loud,
well she see's no silver lining, on the cloud.
You teased her, and made her cry,
and you ask her, why she chose to die?

People say she's got no friends,
well she would've thought that, they'd be there to the end.
You mocked her, but had no reason to,
how would you feel, if this happened to you?

People say she's too annoying,
well she's covering up her pain, this is a disguise she's employing.
You talked behind her back, and lied to her face,
she never knew, she was losing the race.

People say she's always smiling,
well guess what? she's lying.
You overlooked her, this bright young girl,
to naive once upon a time, to know she had her feet at the world.

People say she always cared,
well what for herself? No-one was there.
You say she was perfect, to be her you would strive.
Well why didn't you tell her that, when she was alive?