The 'she"

She's had her way, always.
She's never adjusted;
Lives life to the fullest
believing everyone's to be trusted.

She lives on her terms,
Swearing by her freedom,
Likes to be the centre of her circle,
Too busy, to consider stardom.

Utopia, she thinksIs attainable,
And nothing's too romantic.
To not be feasible.
She grew up, pamperedLoved, by one and all;
Confident of winning everything.

Too afraid to ever fall...s
he had to be the bes tfor she couldn't take defeat,
She grew up believing
There's nothing she can't beat.

She was always the winner
Till a day she realised.
It isn't about winning anymore
,Participation is to be prized.

Strange, seemed this idea,
or it challenged her existeceConfused,
she found herself,
While looking for guidance.

She's too afraid to stumble now,
to let it all go.
For all her life, she's conquered ,
Winning applauds doing so.

She hides the spirit within trying hard to conceal it.
She's never been really friendly
She'd just feel it.
For her,it's always been being the one,
than a part of a team

She now sits in a corne
rWondering has she been so mean?
Did the values change suddenly,
Or was she living in a small world
The only thing that remains same.