Too rascal to be
loved
Too annoying
to have a talk
Too quiet to see a
move
Too silent to hear a
voice
A loner barely talks
It’s a way to hide
her beast
Don’t ask her to
open her mouth
All are poison the
words come out
She can’t control an
animal she has become
Oh she is too easy
to get angry
She always acts so
recklessly
Some people call her
a psychopath
But she retorts imitating
her man in the movie “I am not a psychopath, I am just a middle functioning
sociopath”
Her notion are too knotty
to expound
She herself barely
knows what’s going on
She never tries to
be an egoist
She just recognizes
her boundaries
She is hard to
believe in sincerity
She can’t trust
people easily
She puts me in
puzzle
For me she is always drizzle
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