This is about a "mean" girl and her friends. They were making fun of someone who couldn't help the fact that they were physically disabled. I, peronally, wanted to smack their faces in, but thanks to self-control(and God) I didn't. Instead, I wrote this poem.
Why, dear girls, do you lie?
Why, dear girls, do you gossip?
Why, dear girls, do you hurt?
You hurt others. Is it because you've been hurt?
You gossip. Is it because you've been through the same?
You lie. Is it easier not telling the truth?
He sees past your lies,
He sees past your gossip,
He knows you're sad and want to die,
He hurts for you and loves you,
You should love Him, too,
Why, dear girls, do you not believe me?
Why, dear girls, would I lie?
Why, dear girls, do you think He isn't for real?
It's because you're afraid to know the truth,
Afraid to feel love,
Afraid to give up your lies, your hate, your despair.
He'll be waiting,
Waiting for you to dare.
To dare being brave,
Oh, why not dare?