She's misunderstood.

She's underestimated.

She's cruel when she talks about herself.

She's so full of hatred.

She's so tired and in pain.

She feels so imperfect.

I know her and understand.

I know her capacity.

I know her flaws, her imperfections.

I know she's so full of love.

I know she still presses on.

She's so perfect to me.

I know myself.

For I am she.