I want to scream for her,
cry with her,
hold her.
I’d die for her.
But no matter what I want for her,
it already happened to her.
Still, I’ll keep fighting for her,
and maybe he’ll apologize to her.
And I hope she can say:
I don’t need your words,
I have your actions.
I have no self-pity,
I don’t see the attraction.
I have respect for myself
and love from some others.
They are my family,
my sisters and brothers.
You are nothing to me.
Don’t flatter yourself
as breaking me down.
I feel no shame in myself.
You are the one I feel sorry for,
flopping around like a bug on the floor.
You don’t have a friend in this world
‘cept the mud and the grime.
Do you really think your words
can turn back time?
Well I have to fly now,
I have places to be,
things to do,
and loved ones to see.
I’m a full-fledged bird
who has learned how to soar.
I don’t have time
for small bugs on the floor.
And with that, she would turn
and fly far away,
leaving the bug alone
with nothing to say.