Molded

Her two-sidedness was not one of her better attributes
Charming though she may have been,
Both sides of her the world had seen.
It had been judgemental of her to say the least,
Anticipating with her every move for her to unleash the beast
Within her that would reside
It would emerge with a slap, a beating, or just a chide.
Her angelic side would cease to exist ever so often
That its mere existence would make you ask-when
When the girl grew up, changed, and drifted
Drifted far into the interiors of the big bad world
Where her true identity was moulded and remoulded,
Beyond the point that she could find her true form again.