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Callous, rough, and with a bit too much ink
With amps on both ears, and nary a hair
On her head, she walks
With Confidence
and Fear, one in each hand
with head held high
and eyes downcast
and always fighting
With Fists, battered
and rejuvenated
In time
And pain, and many a trial.
She's not the girl you'd take home
In a million years…
But behind that mask she wears
Of loving hate
of sleepless dreams
of ruthless Mercy
There's something there that the needles haven't touched, a ray
of sunshine, and it says
Things she could never say but
Define her anyway
And that makes all the difference.
A/N: So, this popped into my head as a ray of inspiration a few days back, and I've had it floating around on my iPod for a while. I'm not entirely sure what the structure is...but it doesn't take a genius to know this is about Jack. :) Hope you enjoyed this!