That Girl

I know a girl,

She's a strange being.

Very contradictory and complex,

With her cynicism and naivety.

She is shy and an introvert,

As one can typically be.

She stutters, falters and grows clammy in a crowd.

Oh! It is definitely a sight to see.

She is a daydreamer,

Her head is filled with fantasies.

I sometimes wonder how she'll fare

In the real world, when left to her own means.

She is also outspoken and blunt,

Belying her general timidity.

But the madness engulfs her,

Wrecking havoc all around temporarily.

She is a stoic.

Well, that is what she likes to believe.

Her eyes reveal the truth on closer inspection.

The fervent hopes and dreams she had. It's all there - shattered, in heaps.

She is running around in circles,

And has been for a while, in reality.

The opinion she has of herself

Is not very self-serving, you see.

I pity her sometimes,

As much as I have been.

I hope she does well, that she sees a way out.

Because it's not a place in which I wish someone to be.