The Girl Called Her

She always wonder why do people put any matter of time in seconds. Like hours, days, months, sometimes.
She doesn’t think she has any particular deals about manners and norms, nor even have a right to determine what’s right or wrong.
She was born numb then watched some strange faces in a wide half-round lips saying they loved her. Who am I? Who are they? But nobody’s listening.
She gasps for air in the middle of crowd and asking why in the world she needs to stand out.
Her curious mind could never stop mumbling.
She starts writing, because it is the only way she could make up her mind.
She draws up the puzzle into a wall full of her own fame.

There she is..
The one who admire a face with a half-round lips of everyone, just like the first time she opened up her eyes..
Let her grow, let her roar..
Let her mind sets on fire..