She stood in between the definitions of what the world captioned as right and wrong…. 

Fighting her own daemons, winning her own battles… Sometimes losing a part of her own self…. 

Sometimes struggling to fit in…. And sometimes dying to stand out…. 

Abandoned a few and got wasted by some… 

Sometimes a selfless giver…. And sometimes nothing more that a selfish receiver…. 

At time fleeter than the wind….. And at times with a heart so heavy to crush her own existence…. 

love, that was worthy of a legend….. And hatred that is capable of burning for ages… 

In a moment she thought she was beautiful… And next moment tried seeing herself from others eyes… 

She was fierce, she was nurturing…. And then she got ugly when she thought the world was not giving her what she deserved…. 

She was just seeking something….don’t know if she is still…… 

She