As a child she was touched
Unpleasant experiences merged with her angry genes
Her face is like a cover of an illusionary book
There is suffering underneath the butterfly mask
A self-destructive fire burns deep inside her
Eating her mind unconsciously
She is impulsive and moody and promiscuous
Dancing footsteps in the fire
Her captivating spirit, I will never forget
Her elusiveness breaths mystery
And she was always so easily bored
Seeking for excitement in her life
Thrill after thrill, otherwise she would get depressed
Her never-ending appetite for adventure and attention
It was so easy to get caught in her spell
She is defiant and disgruntled with the world
Pessimistic at times, but who could blame her?
Has too much empathy for those who don’t deserve the suffering
Or for those who live life blinded by all sorts of authority
There was this tendency to be drawn to her, as she gave of this unique energy