A woman, in all aspect

That's just how I look.

That's just who I'm.

Never too caught up in the glam.

Never will I ever give a damn.

For it's my choice on what I wanna be.

All raw or all dolled up neat.

For it's high time a world accepts.

A woman, in every aspect.

Healed

Broken, detached, delusional, I kept my lips sealed. 

In the fear of being hit again, I always kept up my sheild. 

But time didn't wait for me, it kept going cart-wheeled. 

Life went on, so did I and through the journey I healed.

A friend or a foe

I was already broken, 

You broke me a little more.

At times I wonder,

Were you a friend or a foe?

I gave it my all,

Expecting nothing in return.

Yet all I ever heard was,

I was being a selfish being.

I've tried to be a good friend,

I'll keep trying till the end.

Even if it means knocking at a door,

Where I no longer belong in.

But I won't let go, 

Real friends never do.

And maybe someday I'll try find one,

Who won't give up on me too.