Every now and then when she would talk to me

Two voices would come out

One, introverted, small, quiet, free

The other came outgoing and in shouts

Like when I had that bully

She spat right in his face

Told him to leave me be

Told him he’s a disgrace

But when she met cute guys

As quiet as a mouse

She smiled, very shy

Then ran back in her house

She might have two sides

One ready to defend

The other often cried

But both are my friend