December

B

In this society where criticisms are made,
There's a lot of words, that hit me like a blade
It's easy for them to judge nowadays,
I'm useless, stupid, selfish, they say.

Blames me for everything,
Insults me for trying
And there's me, thinking,
There's no point of crying

So, wake up and rise
Be strong and fearless
Give your best
And chin up, princess.