She is beauty, she is broken, she is flawed
She is opened, she is wounded, she is vulnerable
She has felt all this too long, her heart is clogged
She is kind, she is shy, she is unique
She is loving, she is loyal, she is convivial
When she is hurt, she is weak
She is empty, she is sad, she is untrusting of other’s
When someone constantly yells and says belittling things because they are angry at her, “did she really love me” she wonders
She is the moon, she is the stars, she is pain
She doesn’t know how someone can be so harsh and hurtful with their words, be so inane
She is the truth, she is the hurt, she is the fall
She is the adversity in us all