Stamp

She's got a tramp stamp and an attitude to match,
Looking to be one hell of a catch.
No one knows her true origin,
Or why her heart pumps liquid nitrogen.
She tries to live wild and free,
But keeps up with every responsibility.
She is narcissistic and sympathetic,
Her heart distressed,
Her body afflicted,
Her mind overwhelmed.
She tends to her friends,
Always to all ends.
Hiding her darkness in plain light,
With just her stamp to show,
That you never really know.