Continue of Me

Me looks small,
but feels very big,
She feels like that the oceans and skies are inside her,
and she sees over the tallest mountains,
she knows the reasons,
the reasons for the ugliest lies that she has ever heard,
and the reasons to see the worst in the phoniest people,
and the reasons why she trusted them while she knew it was wrong.
what she wants to know is that why life is so cruel,
is it cruel or it's just in Me's eyes?
she's so sick of this world,
world seems so small these days,
Me wishes she had wings to fly,
fly over this small city, full of frozen cold people,
she misses her unconditional sweet love of her people,
not the promises never kept,
she wished she could walk by the river,
when everywhere is dark,
under the moonlight,
but she's scared,
scared of this crule world again,
she wished so many things,
but,
why this world is so cruel?