And...

And so it wasn't you,
So it was someone else,
Apologies from me I begged,
For I mistook devil for an angel.

That friend was no friend,
She seemed to be an enemy,
Awaiting for something sweet,
A revenge maybe or maybe a victim.

And so I became her prey,
And you became a game to play,
I had believed that evil more than you,
I had been influenced to play the devil's role.

Now I know,
Who she really is,
A friend indeed she was,
But an enemy now she define.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts

Ruined

My art distorted,
You splashed acid,
My paints got ruined,
Special thanks to you!

A new plain paper,
I took to paint again,
You snatched it away,
And tore it to small pieces.

The blame on me,
Said I am not good,
Said my art is rubbish,
Called me a lying monster.

I took the blame,
With a smile on my face,
I took a new paper again,
To do what I've been doing.

And now I am alone,
Back to where I started,
So what's the big deal now?
I just have to start all over.

I am used to it,
I can surely do it,
I have survived the worst,
And this is what I call the best.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts