It's Hard To Be Different Poem by Rian Pongratz

I met a girl when I was young,
Close friends did we became.
Not very long would she stay,
For she returned to the place from which she came.

Not all my friends hated her,
Some became friends.
And then those ones
Came to her defense.

Some cared for her,
Some not at all.
But they still hi to her
Down in the hall.

Then the day comes,
The day that she goes,
So I close my eyes,
And pray that everything flows.

Now here I am,
A while later.
I'm hoping she's alright,
And I'm hoping that she'll fine