Maybe.

"I will wait, every day,
every second of my life,
just promise me you'll come back,
or in my brain I'm already holding a knife."

How brainwashed  I am,
by the people around,
by the society telling me,
I'll need a man to stand on this ground.

Now that I think about it,
maybe it isn't you who made me feel worthless,
maybe it's just me who failed to see,
how un-matchingly beautiful I looked in that dress.

Maybe I can after all live by myself,
maybe after all I do not need you,
maybe once you see what you lost,
maybe then you'll be aquamarine of the deepest hue.