Memories, that kills.

I can only say that there are no regrets,
I can only say that there are spoken words,
I can’t say they were lies,
I can’t say it’s true,
I know I’m a woman,
I know I should be given respect,
I do what I feel,
Why should I care what others do and say?
Are they’re actions the right choice?
Or is it wrong?
I know I’m unlike others,
I maybe straight forward,
I may not be beautiful,
I may not be fun,
But I’ll try,
It’s better late than never.