This is the end of your junior year
And in your junior year you met new people
And with those people you shared your time
And from your shared time, you learned of them
And when you learned of them, you opened your heart
And when you opened your heart you started to love them
And when you started to love them, then you became friends.
Friends that you love.
The Love in your heart.
Your heart that has learned.
Learned from shared time.
Shared time with those people.
People you met in your junior year
Of that year this is the end.

She is the stained girl,  a diffident dreamer
Who looks for the sun and the rain together
Her  panache is to craft blissful memories
Festooned with vivid thoughts, her accessories

She is the stained girl,  a feeble believer
Who relies on a happy ever after
Yet scared to be seen from her cheerful facade,
Something that would charge her of being a fraud

She saunters in the midst of the piqued storms
Resounding the hues of the jaundiced norms
Like a bird highlighted with vibrant plumes
To fly around the walls of perplexing rooms

She wears the best maquillage, old and new
To make everyone away from being blue
She offers her hair, those gilded strands
Yet they exploit her gift with their vicious hands

She is the stained girl who seeks for uprightness
Yet pain has shaped her with creased faithfulness
In front of a looking glass, there I see
That magnificent, stained girl looks like me.