Her
Her
She was a kid,
She didn't know,
What was right,
And what was wrong.
He touched her body,
In such a way.
That the incident that happen,
Still haunts her till date.
She cried,
When she went to bed.
Asking her self,
Was it really her fault ?
She tried to,
Tell the pain she felt.
But she failed,
To express what she felt.
Roses are not always red,
Violets are not always blue,
It's our society that,
never speaks the truth.
Smile is not always,
Because of happiness.
Frown is not always,
Because of sadness.
It's our feelings that,
The society forgets,
In the end.