You say I'm sweet, you say I'm nice,
You say so many-many things.
My smile can melt the coolest ice.
But what's behind it, can you see?
I could be friendly, yes, for sure,
But who told you I can't be mean?
Your castle built of expectations -
It's going to imprison me.
The more I count good words of yours,
The more and more I understand.
You can't descry my inner soul,
You want it just to hide instead.
But no, please, see, I can be bad,
I can be sad, I can be angry.
I can scream loud, I can offend,
Don't expect much and understand me.
Don t expect much
© Copyright: Дайана Дех, 2019
Свидетельство о публикации №119011008227
Свидетельство о публикации №119011008227
Рецензии