Despicable

A kid was perfect
And she always stood erect
She only fell down
When she lost her crown

She was disturbed
With all the people in the world
She wanted to die
Yet Death was so shy

Wrong things happen
Again and again and again
But you don't need to be pessimistic
Or depressive or sick

The kid realized she was not perfect
She never showed disrespect,
And never again did she frown
And she did not lose her crown