She.....

She stares at the rising sun,
her chin up, her hair's a tight bun,
They wonder where her femininity hides,
'coz none know her spirted girlish side.

She waves compliments unconcerned,
when peers praise, for she is learned,
they wonder of what stone is she made,
'coz none look behind her tough facade.

She walks with supreme disdain, 
her fury can have a dragon slain,
they wonder when her attitude will fall,
'coz none feel her affection for all.

She faces problems with might,
solves with intelligence and insight,
they wonder how she keeps her calm,
'coz none notice her inner storm.

She mingles with incredible grace,
wears make-up thick on her face,
they wonder who can resist her charm,
But none keep her wintery life warm.

She laughs at little things,
She flirts and talks of flings,
they wonder why she smiles a lot,
'coz none see her broken heart.

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