Hard Blows

Transgressed by the words she said,
Softly with a bright smile,
But in all its fullness, it was rude and mean.
I felt the sting, I could see the grudge.

She would approach me with a gait
That showed her self-confidence,
While I expected to hear something sweet,
She'd open her mouth and breathe out guile.

I thought maybe I looked too wimpy and squeamish
That she always took undue advantage of me,
But it was really not about me,
It was simply who she had completely become.

She certainly was not the girl I used to know
And I wondered how she had become so unruly.
Nothing had changed about her looks
But everything was wrong with her attitude.

She was over-pampered by parents and even me
And our leniency had poisoned her so badly
That she had become over confident, to a fault,
Lacking simple courtesy and civility.

Worst of all is that she never felt remorse
For all the crazy stunts she pulled on me.
So tell me, is that the kind of girl
You want me to put up with?

In fact you know what? I would prefer to
Put up with a bad girl-turn-good,
Than condone a fallen angel
Who has lost all her wings.