Alone she stands, unwavering and tall,
Fierce to the bone and savage to the core.
Different from the rest, she is one of a kind,
She won’t make amends if she is right;
undoubtedly a rare find.
She is well versed in consoling herself,
She has learnt to wipe her own tears,
She has taught herself to be her own support,
She wears new facades everyday,
So don’t mistake yourself, you can’t read her changing personas each day.
She is the ALPHA of her own life.
She has no penchant for your shenanigans and
Anger in her patient self is what irrelevant histrionics ignite.
A lone wolf by sight and a queen by right,
She is the centurion of the arena you are playing at
Believe it when I say you can’t gauge her might.
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