Who is right and wrong.
Who is happy and sad.
Who is satisfied, but yearning.
Who sees the beauty, but appreciates the sadness.
Who understands, yet can't fathom.
I cry alone. I go for comfort.
I do what I need.
I do what I need, so I can help you, too.
You need so much from me. I will give it.
Just don't ask the world.
I'm only a girl.
My actions are not empty-
I call them to be full of life.
But I am a walking contradiction that you cannot understand.