She looks at you, with tears in her eyes.

"Why you do that?" you say.

"Why not?"

"It's...disgusting."

"It's my life and I do what I want."

She isn't wild, she is the wild one.

And you'll never know that her dad beat her when she was ten, her mom was jailed when she was twelve, her brother suicide when she was fourteen and she started to sell love when she was sixteen.

You'll never know her.

Not at all.