She is the being with no affiliations,
Too afraid to grow fond.
Thrice betrayed, she's done away with the process of forming a bond.
Her life is a series of altercations,
Particularly with ones she loves.
She heaves and cries and worries till,
She turns into a recluse still.
She dosen't know if is wrong or right,
For the way she'd speak and be,
But is it wrong for one to want Someone who loves me for me.