She is there when her friends need her,
She is strong when others cant be,
She fights for what she wants,
She wont give a damn what you think of her,
But it hurts her deep inside.
She tries to act tough
But she’s really sensitive.
She is a tortured soul
Having gone through hell and back.
She’s got it all,
The brains,
The beauty,
The friends,
But she’ll never accomplish what she really wants.
Perfection in herself.
Her thoughts are shrouded in secrecy
Because she never knows how to word them.