Devilish

I look at the person resembling myself
She used to be like me, but she no longer is
She was quiet and sweet, but that is no more

Now she is loud and annoying as well
Her mouth that was so hard to open,
Now refuses to close

She gives me a devilish smile and looks away
Where did she go wrong? Is this my fault?
Or I should ask where she went right?

But still I wonder, but I refuse to know
What happened to the girl who always wanted me to play?
The one who looked up to me that now runs away

The girl she was is now only a memory, one I look back to see,
To make sure it was all real and not a dream,
But still I wonder, what is real?

I look back at her and this I can see
She is devilish as can be
But still I can see the angel in between

I look at this devilish girl, and yet I admire her
She is strong and persistent, that I can see
Is devilish quite possibly better for her? It is not for me.