She is a enigma,
Difficult to comprehend,
but easy to pretend.
She is freedom.
Yet she is a desire.
She robs attention,
she steal thoughts.
She has a bright smile.
Yet she has a dark heart.
You can see the twinkle in her eyes,
but not her scars and her marks.
She makes herself fly,
but inside her heart she lies.
She is a mystery,
An open book to everyone,
To only have each person read a few pages,
And not the entire chapter.
She plays so many different people.
With time, she has become a brilliant actor.
She is her person.
She is a kaleidoscope.
*She is like a splash of rainbow on a canvas,
later photographed and printed in black and white.