Simply Because.

Dear girls,

who are not always pretty
who are not likeable
who are struggling to find themselves
who always try their hardest to be pretty
who always feel stupid for loving someone who never loves her back
who are always sick of their feelings
who always feel inferior
who always appear stronger than she should be
who always get things wrong
who suck at playing game of love
who wish they are better
who weep for nothing
who cry when reading a melancholic novel
who help others unconditionally
who try to lift someone else up
who always get offended by others
who are good at not telling your heart out
who always give in for fifty-faced jerks
who always accept flaws by motherfishcrackers
who always get their butts kicked
who looks for a non-existent companion when they are sad
who hug their pillows hard, wishing it was someone else
who cries till their tears dry to sleep


I'm truly, deeply sorry
For the things you've to go through
Like you, I suffer too
But, along the way, I've learnt something
Something that's overlooked but also important
You don't always get what you want
Even when you deserve it
Simply because
It's not meant to be.

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