Fragments of A Wanderer

Lonely

Without a companion and no friends around, she clings to the memories of what was but is non existent now. She hates and she blames all but herself, playing the victim who is incapable of wrong. It's always their fault; he, she or they. This is, of course, because she is never to blame. As hot as fire and as cold as ice, as trustworthy as a snake forever finding itself in strife.
Maybe she should search deep within and question why she, is
Lonely..