No, I'm not a flower, huh, people believe in what they see, but a monster survives under, breathes under, regularly feeds on my madness. I become an immature chaos.
No, I'm not a flower. Don't judge me, don't even smile.
Question the knowledge of your fathers.
A girl like me endures within every flip of the history book.
YOU ARE READING
Petals (#Wattys2016)
ŞiirA bundle of poetry. A pigment of our inner self. The process of our daily life.
