She is messed up and yet she is beautiful;
There is a gentle touch to her crimes,
There is something different about her mind,
She can make you feel like you are her world,
And yet she can’t be bothered by your existence.
She can carry off her mask well without being affected by it,
She can make you fall for her,
And you will never realize when you stopped mattering to her.
Oh! There is very little known about her.
While you find comfort in her cuddles she is pushing you away,
You feel you find peace in her eyes unaware of the storms in her mind.
It is known her kind is only loyal to themselves,
She is a mystery not only to you but to herself as well.
That’s what amuses her the most,
And that’s the sole reason she survives;
For she wants to know what lays beneath her mind,
She is a mystery tough to unwind.