All that glitters is not gold,
That is what I have been told,
Every face has a story to behold,
For even though rumours enfold,
She stands tall and she stands bold,
For even as the wicked scold,
She will always have a head to hold,
And she shall have what Is foretold,
Talent, experience and certain respect,
Dashed and disregarded in every aspect,
By one so cold, bitter and foolish,
The others qualities are almost ghoulish,
Liar, hateful, swearing, punching,
Under the others feet most go crunching,
But oh no not her. She will survive,
Living to prosper to be and to thrive!
All that glitters is not gold
So be careful to think over what you have been told.
(this also explains where I've been, to keep it snappy.. bullying)
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