A Beyotch's POV
Pity, no one can pull this off but me.
Say you want to be like me?
Puh-lease, God showered me a gift that no one can have unless you kill me.
You are like that because you let me;
Make you feel a worthless coward, pity yourself for not being like me.
Only when you start to fight I will let you;
Let you know that all along I had envied you.
But dear as the day went by,
You grew weaker and weaker every time.
Haven't you already realized?
You being weak is the only chance for me to survived.
Even though I am like this.
At least I had tasted life it its full bliss.
You on the other hand can't even see,
The colors of life because you are caged and afraid of being free.
Oh dear my dear.
Stop being too kind and modest oh please.
Our world's full of surprises
That only the bold and reckless lived their lives to the fullest.
