Independent, stubborn woman
Strong, young, spirited woman
She don’t live in a world
Where love is her noose
Lassoed tightly around her heart
She don’t want for the warmth
Of someone’s arms
Her corner, her closet
Is her security
She guides the course
Of her own destiny
Flying steadily
On her broken wings
Calmly, slowly, sadly
She walks lonely
Desiring the taste of nothing
Longing for no one’s affection
Twisted, distorted the fate
Of this cursed, depressed woman
Young, unloved, unhappy woman