Whenever I'm feeling down

and all I want to do is frown.

Instead of keeping it inside

I go to text my guide. 

My guide is my best friend,

the one I always depend. 

Her name is Becca Fisher, 

I'm glad she is a wisher. 

Us wishers are the same, 

I know it might sound lame. 

She distracts me from my pity,

we talk about New York City. 

Or maybe even to Italy 

we think about this wishfully. 

Becca makes me happy 

even though she is bratty.