Let's begin a tale,
Of a woman named Gale,
She was at most unusual,
And for some reason abnormaly casual.
She grew up in a small town,
Called Seretin if I'm not mistaken,
She would prefer to always frown,
Her lips called clothes rack for that reason.
She was not a social person,
Barely would she want to talk to other people,
For shy little Gale would just end up,
Annoying the other kids and getting them frustrated.
She grew up learning early,
The lessons in life,
And knowing things that only a mugger would know,
She did not fit in, she did not belong.
She easily scares,
When it comes to horror or gore,
but as she grew up,
She learned to love them and fear was no more.
She loves her family,
She needs her family,
She would at times annoy them,
But she knows when it's time to end it.
As she grew up,
She met new friends,
But as I have told that she thinks differently,
She doen't truly think their friendships are true.
For she has learned from days before,
That not all people will be with her forever,
Gale thought it's best to just pretend to be happy,
Around the people that one day will forget her.
Gale loves to write and to draw and to sing,
She wants to learn a lot and she always wants to win,
But in all those things there's just one thing shes yearning,
For people to notice her and make her feel less different.
She is very awkward,
A very wierd individual,
And if you ever meet her,
I bet that you might not like her.
But don't think she's not trustworthy,
Gale's nice in her very own way,
She'll take a bullet for you any day,
Gales one girl who doesn't need a repay.
So if you might meet Gale one day,
Try talking to her,
She's been through a lot,
Love is all she ever wanted, believe it or not.
