Poems of The Six

The Magical Brain

I've been called things,

Be it good,

Or bad.

Some, I simply ignore,

Others, well, simply,

I prove wrong.

Well, why wouldn't I?

Once, I was friendless.

It didn't matter.

Studies always came first!

Friends could wait.

Or, so I thought.

I moved away,

somewhere friendly.

Did I really care?

No, duties came first.

After a... Indecent.

I learned something,

Something I should've leaned,

A long time ago.

Friends were great,

Even if their hard.

Why did it take long?

Why now?

Many moons had passed,

Oh, how many things changed.

I still get called names,

be it good,

or bad.

My favorite, egghead.

But now,

I have friends to help.

Help me in any situation,

Dangerous, or small.

Being smart and magical,

That was only half of it.

Friends,

There all of it.