Walking in the corridor
At five to nine,
Behind my back I heard
The whispers:
“A dirty slut”, “a slapper”,
“Who the hell she thinks she is”
You pushed and kicked
The dirty looks I got,
The looks of jealousy…

I was 13*
I was naïve
I did not know
What was going on.
But then I knew-
I’m so different
From all of you
Tanned, slim and pretty
What a pity-
I am better then you

My looks made my life a living hell…

You don’t know
How hard it was
To have fake smile on my face
During all these days
But at night,
I was bursting in tears.
I was so upset,
So depressed,
And so stressed.

а мне нравиться как она гнаписала может половина и не поймёт зато красиво написано даже офигеннооо!!!!!!!!

МАШУЛЬ ты ПОЭТЕССА!!!

My soul was screaming
But I had to be quite,
My soul was crying
But I had to laugh…

5 years passed…

And know I know
What was going on,
And I appreciate
What you’ve done-
You made me stronger,
You made me wild.
Thank you
For preparing me for my life…