Let me tell you a story.
Two different stories,
One life.
It’s a poem.
You were around,
Then not.
You accused,
Then found out.
You belittled her despite her cries,
She’s not some human,
Not someone person.
She’s just a girl.
A girl drunk in your eyes.
A girl unstable because of her thoughts.
A girl not worthy till she fixes herself.
That’s what we believe,
Yet no one else will show this.
No one else will show how much they have been hiding inside because everyone REFUSES TO LISTEN AND MADE THEIR OWN LIES OF HER.
Yet she’s still misunderstood,
She’s still the drunk,
She’s still unstable.
It’s just a poem,
Only a story.