She
She is grappling with life, Securing the love she has found. Oh! She's a tough person to deal with, Emotionally taxing and mentally exhausting. I had studied her, analysed her, and almost diagnosed her. I had found empathy for her, Then drew a lot of boundaries to protect my dignity. I then started to hate her, How defensive she is, with the social life of a polar bear. She had seen her mother sail away, Lost her father to his "incapacity", to raise a daughter. Her "half-sibling" was always a room away, She chose to dye her hair, Then she chose loneliness and chaos, Those that are easier to distance herself with. Then she met me. The empathy I collected couldn't last long, To her cold cold indifference. I had always reminded myself not to hate someone, Cause it ain't healthy. But one day, I started hating her, And I allowed myself to. The following days, The hate melted when I embraced it. Then came boundaries and compassion. She is grappl...