I was in school, grade 12 and one boy lied about me,
I was working, cleaning my grandmother' hospital, rooms, doctors offices, but I didn't want anyone know about it,
Who wants to be at this age a cleaning lady.
He said I was probably stealing the money or had a rich father,
Wrote a joke and my portret on the wall, shared.
I wished one day I will send him somewhere.
I saw him on the street after a long while,
And said nothing,
Because he already looked like from returning back where I wanted to send him that day.
