I am not the girl
Who is going to look pretty
For your eyes
I have my own that makes me
Begs me
To be painted like art
I am not the girl
Who will nag you to death
About where you’ve been
Or who you’re with
Birds let its fellows go free
I am not the girl
Who will always fulfill your needs
And say ‘yes’
Sometimes I will answer
‘Make me’
I am not the girl
Who is going to cry
When you ask to leave
Because everyone does
It’s just a matter of time
Airah Writes 