Who is she?She's happy,Yet also she's broken,She smiles,Yet also she wells up in tears,She laughs,Yet she also sulks in despair.She suffers in pain,She dwells in vain,She accepts the blame,She's the one you can't tame,Out of the hundred girls in this plain."Who is she?" You asked,She's the most lovable girl behind all the mask,"Her name? I mean." You still asked,She's the most fiery color of her past,"Can I know her?" You pursued,"Of course!" Said she with joy etched upon her face.I screamed,I bellowed,A great fool I have become,For no one would know,Who I really am.