She

She was so high on her chair and heels She was running like on water and wheels She felt so bad and kind of sad When I didn't shake her hand She was all time then on a different band It was like me trying to grow Flowers in Sand It was supposed to be an interview, But she was being the interrogator with a point blank view To me it was more an interrogation than a meeting Like if you speak, i won't forgive She asked questions like it was me v/s her She didn't accept all that I talked Like with my facts she was shocked She took my misery as a myth Like I was less human more a filth She doubted me being alive and narrating how and why To all human rights just a good bye.