My Sis... Poem by kulit ...

I always ask myself, who is she?
is she a little princess?
Maybe it’s a yes to our parents
Maybe it’s a no to other people.

Should she wear a mask to be love?
Should she wear a mask to be respected?
Should she wear a mask to be accepted?
Now I have so many questions in my list.

Who is she?
she's a little princess
Who acts like a princess sometimes,
And sometimes a young adult.

she is someone who don’t want to wear a mask
The young girl who maybe frank but always accepting the truth
The young girl who made mistake once but never twice
The young girl who is fighting and surviving in this cruel world.

The girl who is well loved because of herself..
The girl who is not trying to be someone else to be love..
the girl who would not care about what anyone think of her..
because for her existing in this world wearing a mask, is not existing at all..

I wish i was her..
living without expectations or should i say, caring not to all the expectations..
i wish i could live a life like her..
living like she have nothing to care about but only herself..

but were not same..
i am i, and she was she..
what is important right now is we are there and here for each other..