Everyone said she was awful.
They took her faults and magnetized them.
I too could shun her.  It was the accepted thing to do.
I could think that she realized it was her role.
Yet there was something.  A thought that she gave to me.
Maybe she made one of my senses like her.
Maybe she thought nice thoughts.
I know she means well.
She is my friend now.
There are others who I have lost.
Others who think I must stoop.
Will she pick up that something in me-
People don't realize they live under.
Will she grow.  Will she stand on tip toes.
Trying on sizes.  Just to be liked.
Then, as if she does nothing.  All of a sudden.
Her success that is in the bargain of life
Will come.
Will she cast me off.
Like a bug sheds its winter coat.
Or will it all be on such a different level that I will cringe.
I don't worry when I am with her.
I only worry when I am thinking of our friendship.
I shouldn't feel that she has something I'm envious of-
That's bad because you feel all them with her.