Scribbled Notes

Wrong

For sometime I knew a girl
Whose face blank as paper
Whose lips were while as snow
Whose eyes sags like clothes

One friend told me she's a slut
One acquaintance whispers she's a stripper
While my sister told me she's a pusher
Why, I don't know who to believe nor who says the truth

A month ago, she went to school messed up
Threw up on me and says sorry
I nervously asked what's wrong
Then replied shortly, "Everything's wrong"

It made me think, indeed she is right
Everything's wrong, life's wrong
Love's wrong, they are wrong
But I'm not wrong