pretty little fool

i am still that little girl

who didn’t think twice

before shedding a tsunami of tears

in front of a tsunami of people.

i am still that little girl

who didn’t feel the need

to hide her upper body

(of course, i didn’t have a cleavage back then).

i am still that little girl

who asked the most random people

if they could give her a chocolate

or help her with her backaches.

i am (very much) still that little girl

who could share

her deepest secrets

with complete strangers.

i now realise that

at least one out of

the tsunami of people

i cried in front of

would come up to me

with a tissue (or a flower).

i now realise that

at least one out of

the ones staring at me

would look into my eyes

and not my (almost huge) breasts.

i now realise that

at least one out of

the many random people

would have my favourite chocolate

or help me with my backache.

i also realise that

at least one out of

the many strangers

would use my secret

to explain

the true meaning of life

to me.