You yourself cannot judge yourself
You cannot vouch for yourself
I, myself cannot vouch for myself

Though my friends told me I’m so kind
I told them they’re just being blind
But they rebut, a friend like me is hard to find

Wow, I assume I am a rare item
Am I some sort of precious gem?
You judge me while I continue this poem

I often see myself stumble
My whole being left to crumle
But still manage to be humble

People see me as weak
To make it worst a freak
Let them judge me, I wont speak
I am a jovial person
But be wary inside me lurks a demon
Awaiting for my summon

If you want to know me more
Ask my friends and try to explore
There is a lot in me in store

Oh this poem might end so soon
And still haven’t said anything about me
Need to discover, Im just a cocoon

I marvel what other people see in me
All I know is that Im just being me
I am just a girl named Lady