Usual disclaimer stuff. Sorry if it doesn't rhyme.
You don't have to treat me like a goddess,
That's not what I want you to do.
You don't have treat me like I'm perfect,
So what if my subjects do?
You don't have to be made of sugar,
Because you're made of spice.
I'm sorry if it seems like I avoid you,
No you're an inconvenience to me.
You're not my problem.
You'll always be a person to me.
You don't have to justify what you do,
Nor do you have to prove anything to me.
Don't be sorry that you exist.
You have never been on my blacklist,
You have nothing to make up for,
Marcie, you're my friend.