Look at HER...

She's stupid! She slips. She irks. She sobs. She cries. She laughs. She shouts. She gets mad. She’s timid. She's bitter. She’s frail. But they think she’s tough. She fails. She’s snobbish. She’s dull. She’s boring. She’s pathetic. She’s a slob. She’s a pessimist. She’s insensitive in some ways. She’s stubborn. She’s numb. She’s lousy. She’s confused. She thinks she’s worthless. She stumbles. She falls. She’s horrible. She’s jealous. She’s insecure. She’s harsh. She’s a dummy! She’s sick. She’s got a scar, a scar that taunts her every day. Where those torments do came from? How is she now? Is she okay?

Look at her…Is she herself? She’s nowhere to be found. She’s not listening. Someone’s been calling her. Someone’s been finding her. Someone’s been willing to give he a hand. Someone’s been into her. But she refused to pay attention.(She and her foolish pride. ) What's wrong with her? Why is she like that? And what is it to me? To us? Leave her alone. Let her do what she wanted. She’ll grasp soon. Give her time. She’s been suffering lots of dilemmas. She doesn’t want someone to be troubled by her tribulations. She doesn’t even know where to put her place. Do you know a place elsewhere? NOWHERE. Why does every one thinks she’s got everything when she ain’t got a thing. Can you take her out from those miseries? Come and get her. Rescue her. It might be too late.

“(*Just fallen down the middle of a spiral staircase, Clark catches her before she hits the floor*)
Chloe: "You know you don't have to wait till the last second!"
Clark: Well where's the fun in that?"