I write because of my silence,
I'm silent when they blame me,
For all the things I didn't do,
And Making a fool of me.

I write because they don't listen,
To all the truth that seep from my wounds,
I try and try, but I'm the fool,
To not know that I'm just a tool.

I write because of my wish,
To communicate with them,
Who don't even remember,
What I had to go through.

I write because I have been lied to,
To tell them that I know the truth,
That they had hidden away,
So that I could not find and call them out.

It's a new start, a new life,

Starting from past remains,

That's left after all the fight,

I don't want to struggle anymore,

I want to live a life of shine,

No hard work in sight,

No fight to fight,

All my struggles leave me,

As I sit here with my one lone friend,

A friend who don't understand me,

He's selfish but sweet,

Maybe I'm the selfish one

Making him suffer in this hell

Making him lose sight of his fun

He is troubled, I can see

He seems less and less playful

Maybe it's me, not him

As I want to stop struggling

Living a peaceful life without fight

I am selfish

My friend works hard in his own way

He wakes at 5 and preys on innocent pigeons

I love him

But my thoughts are scattered

I feel trapped

I feel suffocated

Maybe that's why I want to end it

I feel empty

But I love him

And that's why hold on to him

He's my life

They are present between us,
Thinking they are above us all,
And we are lower peasants,
With their mercy to live on.

You may have met them,
In my case, I met a few,
They left me creeped out,
Making my life hell with no way out.

They come into your life,
To show their nasty nature,
They rob you of your free life,
And make you live in a prison.

They may think they are good,
But believe me, they are better
If they leave us alone,
Their opinions make us loose
All hopes in humanity,
And make us A Fool.

Love and hope are all lost,
When they enter your life,
It's better to block them,
Before they try something vile.

I'm a girl, I have the benefit over boys.

Everyone will accept my friendship,

While  yours will be questioned.



I may not be as good as you,

But I have the benefit over you.



I'll always be a victim,

While you remain culprit.

Even if I don't get the justice,

You will be shamed in public.



Society may call me names,

But you are not as free as you think,

The love of your life may never,

Give you a chance forever.



Her life will be changed by your fellow,

She will question your intention,

And pull the arrow,

It'll hurt and you'll see the shackles.



I'm a girl, I have a benefit over you,

I will be forgotten,

But you will be shamed,

If something happens, they'll call your name.



I'm a girl,

I will either fight to live or fight to die,

But you'll never see me cry,

And you'll die under the burden of my cries.