I see her in the things I do.
I cant tell who this bad side belongs to.
She is a part of me and yet scares me.
She's so cold and quiet with no remorse.
Her silence is her shield, keeps her apart from the ugly world. The ruthless men out to hurt vulnerable girls.
Her body is her temple, it captivates men's attention but she uses it  wisely.
Not everyone can get to her.
Her words and speech are precise.
At times she's hurtful but she doesn't care.
Shes out to get what she wants and move on.
She's like the hit-and-run.
No one seems to understand her, neither do I.
I wonder who she is.