Bad thing

This bad thing
Is not that a big deal
Not for you
Because everyone already did something wrong
You say everyone
But who is everyone?
Everyone is the group of people you think to know their opinions
But what if your "group" are just boys?
Then you say everyone
But don't know the girls' point of view
About your fault
About the world
But we know
Girls are complicated
No man can feel the way they feel
And think the way they think
They might think your fault is heavier
They might have a more emotional point of view
Then you try to find out
Why your fault is such a big deal for girls
But then you realize
That you don't care about the mass of girls
And you don't wonder anymore
Because you know why THIS girl cares that much
You want to talk to her
About what you've done
But after the first failed tries
You think it might hurt her to talk about that
Think you try to look into her eyes
In the hope
To see what she thinks
Inside of her
About that
And when you finally did it
Looked into her eyes
You see her pain
And then you see you
You see yourself in her eyes
With the face of a demon
And you realize
That everything depends on the individual person
If you say "you're mum I a slut"
That might hurt the most people
But people, who don't care about their mums,
might agree with you

Watch your language. Make it individual. We are humans, everyone has his own mind. We are not produced in a fabric, not the same. We are different. We are humans. We have FEELINGS!