She is the cruel mistress that walks the earth and lets grey clouds follow her relentlessly. The women who knows no pain and only seeks glory in the retribution of the weak. The crusher of the broken and damned. The malevolent and vindicative.
But you take a closer look. You see she is not the harpee you have crucified in your thoughts. She is not the queen you thought bled ice. She is just another mere mortal who knows not how to express herself. The way she talks, the way she walks, the person she is is a position she has chosen to take because she does not understand the world she is placed in.
Her psyche is subjected to over stimulus. Her being is twisted and contorted by a society that pressures her into a belief system and life style that is only fit for mediocrity. Her actions and reactions are a product of her environment. The system has turned her into the porcupine. It has led her to default into her primitive survival mechanism.
So when her tongue whips your ego and belittles your brow, do not fret, for she is simply the result of what we have all become.