Coward, rebel and passive

so lets see whether i can write a song. lets see, right?? if it doesnt work, well...we'll stick to poetry.

they look, they ask, they question
they say, they judge, they want
they change, they state, they hurt
and she cowers, she lies, she changes
she breaks, she manipulates, she murmurs...
nothing happens...nothing changes...
its all the same
its all the same
they dont change
they have changed her.


she's different, she fights, she reiterates
who is to say she is weak?
warring for interpretations
a sense of justice, she curses
those who hurt
in times of need
have sown the seed
anger, fury, hatred
anger fury, hatred.
a fire that can't be doused
a chant that wont extinguish

she is indifferent
she is passive
she cares not more, not less
waves could engulf her in a sweep
she'll be composed
crying, heartbreaks, a broken mother
would not stir her
its her world, its her right
she'll look beyond it all
she won't care.
they don't affect her.