Why does she always have to explain?

When she smiles…

When she laughs…

When she is as quiet as a dark silent night…

When she is hurt…

When she is confused…

When she is afraid…

Why does she always have to explain?

When she is hungry…

When she is in pain…

When she needs money…

Why does she always have to explain?

When she doesn’t want to…

When she wants to…

When she is content…

Why does she always have to explain?

When she wants to isolate…

When she wants to not marry…

When she wants no friends…

When she has no interest…

 

Because she is a she. That’s why she always has to explain.

 

 

Because… Because …Because…

Now she doesn’t explain anymore. She does what she wants and she likes it that way.

Her Soul. Her Life. Her Rules.

to-be-continued

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