The girl

Sometimes she's like a lighthouse, guiding people from the rocks of life and wishing them good sailing while taking the storm herself and feeling the waves hit her with their full intense force.
Sometimes she's the storm, the one other people face that toughens them up or knocks them down for the last time.
Sometimes she's a bird, flying away from all her troubles and staying in the warm summer breeze her whole life or a least till she changes again.
She's gentle, cruel, sweet, insane, innocent, calm, angry, free, caged, scared

What ever this girl is, wherever she runs, whatever mask she has there's always going to be the past and the past is a scary place