It’s written on her face, the story of her life
You could see all 25 years just by looking in her eyes
But no so much, with a simple conversation
She’d talk to you for hours with no real intention
Of closeness…bonding, just isn’t her thing
A response to trauma, so she doesn’t get close to any being
Except herself, to protect her essence and energy
Because if anyone’s going to make her a wreck
She’d rather be her own enemy…