Poesie

Bad Side?

I am a woman, at the age of 13 has already received criticisms from others. I stand tall and cleared my path, not minding people who walk away and never look back. I am a writer, ready to gain new experiences and having to find new companions on my journey. I will never be broken. I am an introvert, I'd like to stay quiet than crowding into a celebrity just to get an autograph at a small sheet of paper. I can stand alone, and I can succeed without anyone's help. I can and will adapt to my surrounding, you can scream and shout, but I won't give sh*t. If you choose to get in my last nerve, be ready to witness hell. But I'm still human, I get hurt, my mind can't stop overthinking, my heart can't stop beating, I'm as weak as any mortal, I can be crushed to my deepest thoughts but still I'll show up at your door wearing a face as cold as ice, emotionless and empty. Because I won't take down my pride to say sorry to someone who don't deserve a piece of my mind.