Weird bitch

The child was one of great empathy. Watched her steps to spare the small snails on the side of the road on a rainy day.

Now the child has grown up in a world that didn't treat her too kindly. Her mind was fueled by the mist of a foggy day, that dead birds didn't seem to deserve a second glance.

Now the child has grown up in a world that didn't treat her too kindly. Her mind was fueled by the mist of a foggy day, that dead birds didn't seem to deserve a second glance.

The child was one of truth and smiles. Gaps were bared through missing teeth, in smile full of wonder.

Not have I been a kind lady ever, Nor have I ever been so clever

Hurt was in my eyes and so was violence I was forever left in a long, lengthy silence;

Did I ask just too less For the desires which were much. The ache in my throbbing heart became a mess, And the lotus didn't bloom as beautifully as such.

The cicada in grass asked if i will be so cruel forever, I replied I have not been cruel, never or ever.

I asked the reflection in the river, watching as reality faides into waves.

The leaves were moved by the skips of a tiny little grasshopper, making me question if

Was it a tear leaked from my eyes,

or was it the hate of a child that always forgave?