this deranged flower is slow to acrimony.
it resents antagonism, abhors hypocrisy, detests lies and scorns imperfection.
It fears failure but swears allegiance to success.
It feeds on emotion in all its dizzy raptures; lives by passion and despondency.
It is sentimental and sensitive, perhaps inordinately so.
Friendships were never its cup of tea. Fragility not in its nature.
A loner. Vulnerable and afraid yet stubborn and self-possessed.
but it's not about me. it's all about you.