The thing Amelia meant to say
Was not so much; “Just go away!”
As; “I really wish that you would stay,
If not all night, at least all day."
The trouble was that what came out
Was never what she’d thought
about.
If she thought whisper, you’d hear SHOUT,
She thought a hug, out came a clout!
Her temper was a frightful thing;
She seemed annoyed at everything.
One look from her could make you sting,
Her words were stones, her mouth a sling.
Her thoughts were gentle, kind and nice,
But those who crossed her paid the price;
You hurt her once, she hit back twice.
Her heart was warm, her shell was ice.
And poor Amelia never knew
Just how to say; “I do love you”.
She tried, it came out all askew:
“I
hate your friends, I hate you too!”
Nobody knew how much she cried,
Or how each day she really tried,
To show the sweetness, deep inside,
Her inner monster made her hide.
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