Songs of the past

But they were wrong

She doesn't know the difference

Of what rolls around her head put there by society.

The world questions who you are and

Who you want to be like?

But never asks- who you are right now.

The monster within a sheer beauty of

Skin and flesh

A guy- underneath something hidden-

That everyone knows yet she does not.

But she was never taught to question.

She was never taught to doubt

Her own motives or others

She was taught to be quite

Never object, or yell.

 instead, she was taught to sit and let it happen

Even if everyone knew fine well-

It was wrong.

She was blind.

A veil covered her scarred, delicate face, from

Scars of past lovers and beauty were all that was left.

Her single mere existence was wiped away, torn, trashed-

By the pushing of her rejecting legs

To a lover, she didn't love.

He was different- She thought.

But the importance of what she thought

Was a rule she never knew.

If the world is to shape us who we are today,

Then why did society let that happen?

Why did the universe say it was okay when

She clearly screamed no.

For the monster in him- to rip at her body

Bare her, skin and bones.

Exposing her sacred treasures

To a lover, she didn't love.

Things that don't make sense

Make more sense

Then the universal knowledge

That's taught through a path

That doesn't always lead you

To the right side,

But you still need to pass through it

Anyways,

Because that's what society has taught

But society was wrong.

Men and Woman don't say it's okay

Through what they wear and what they look like

The decision is not for others to make.

It's not for what society makes it to be.

But instead of taking a path

She was given through the lessons

Of humanity and lectures of what is right

She demands she makes her own. 

-E.s