All Little Girls Should Be Told They

I Used To Get The Feeling, And Sometimes I Still Get It, That Sometimes I Was Fooling Somebody; I Don't Know Who Or What, Maybe Myself.

I Have Feelings Too. I Am Still Human. All I Want Is To Be Loved, For Myself And For My Talent.

I Lay In Bed At Night Crying To Myself. The Only One Who Loved Me And Watched Over Me Was Someone I Couldn't See Or Hear Or Touch.

For Those Who Are Poor In Happiness, Each Time Is A First Time; Happiness Never Becomes A Habit.

People Had A Habit Of Looking At Me As If I Were Some Kind Of Mirror Instead Of A Person. They Didn't See Me, They Saw Their Own Lewd Thoughts, Then They White-masked Themselves By Calling Me The Lewd One.