She had 20 lives.
One for the friend she never had.
Two for the people that called her ugly.
Two for the classes she was failing.
Five for the days she skipped school.
Two for the book reports she never did.
Three for the holidays she skipped.
One for that kid she liked but was to scared to admit it.
Four for the yearbook pictures she didn’t smile in.
If she ran out of lives then let it be.