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 donβt 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