HER
I can never be like her
I’m not the so-called “good girl”
She is soft, polite, humble
which once I was,
who cared for all who proved she shouldn’t
who saw only the white but not the grey
which is hidden,
I saw a lot, I suffered a lot
It changed me
Those rules, those culture, those conditions
It made me as bad as it is, but not it...
“I’m the bad girl”
Nobody knows the true me at all
If anyone knew it would cause a great distress
Don’t worry it is what I want,
It makes me stand tall,
It makes me talk fiercely,
I’m so evil I might find it kind of amusing
But I’m her....
